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On the toilet.
There has been some discussion about people's rituals on the toilet.
Removing one leg of the pants for prison inmates - in case shit goes down and they need to make a run for it.
Stretching to encourage things to move. Get the flow going.
Shirts off, pants down. No clothes at all. Listing to the Ipod, humming along, blackBerry solitair, brickbreaker (if you'll understand my meaning), dump 'n come. Well, the list goes on.
For me it's the crying and the drooling. The endless hours of deep thought and reflection. A zen-like state of fecal transcendence (transmittance? [transsubstantiation?-Ed.]).
What makes you move?
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