Psychology of Urination

I was noticing just now as I was arranging my clockwork to release the fountain in the best way, that my pleasure was suddenly ehanced. What had happened you ask?? I had taken a high target. In fact I was peeing on the highest plant. Aiming no more for the usual victims and recepients, these low greens close to the ground that also receive animal urination (not that I am inanimal) but for a poppy like bud of a green stem just close enough that I could really hit its head.

The clouds opened. My feelings were freed. I became warmer and more fulfilled of life. I was all of a sudden all the way advanced up the glorious foodchain. Suddenly I was no longer a slave but a dictator like Al Asad or Berlusconi or Ghadaffi. My life changed in that instant.

Please share your experiences.

My experience: I was a little disturbed reading this.

You should not be it is perfectly natural. Look at how happy I was! Now I am inside and I can not very well piss upwards, because I am sort of forced to pee down into the porcelain bowl. Now I am intrigued by your name Turd, Ferguson, I mean I have to ask, have you ever defecated upward? It would be a challenge and somehow, maybe not as rewarding?

I had wanted to pee once while parachuting, but couldn’t lift myself high enough in the H Harness and whip it out at the same time. Very difficult maneuver, I’m not skilled enough to do.

What disturbs me is you identified yourself as a dictorial tyrant while induldging in your potty fetish. Its like someone imagining themselves running the gas chamber operations at Auswitz while getting a Cleveland Steamer on their chest.

be thankful, it would have gotten pretty messy.

Thats why they called it psychology.

That is a passive position. If he’d be the gaschamber manager he’d be the Cleveland Steam-roller himself. But again it is psychology, it is deep, all the way up the rabbi’s hole.

These days, the Rabbi’s hole is the end barrel of a Merkava.

The delusion inherent here in your assumption is a power play has to be inserted into and over a schema based in innocent based nature. Someone working in a camp doing something obscene need not necessarily, logically be a giver or taker of a Cleveland Steamer. The position of a Jew doesn’t change, nor the German guard, incase of this fetished endulgement, one way or another. If anything, its mutually compatible for a person in seeming power to endulge in either direction, both are enslavements to a presumption, a theory of mind of the other, and the effects either are having. The Person Shitting is getting Shit On just as much in his own mind by contemplating it. Its a dualistic psychology.

Consider this… would shitting in a manniquinn achieve the same results? No. It lacks a reciprocal nature. Shitting on a rock? Does your car getting shit on by a bird make you feel like your intentionally being shit on?

So… you have this potty play going on. Yet… you felt “empowered” by it. Are you a big man for dominating the grass, breaking social rules? Was the grass your Justine?

If you buried yourself neckdeep in sod, and waiting till the morning dew soaked down around you, the worms slithered through and around, into your holes, and bunnies peed in your face, would the grass have its dominion? Would the Grass be Stalin or Mao in your eyes? Bun Bun a little Lenin, wiggling its nose?

The assertion exposes a duality, and the makeup of this dualism is a delusion. There is no such thing as power. Everything inherent in it is simultaneously inherent in things other than our presumptions regarding power’s primal form. It lacks existence beyond the limitations we place upon ourselves to experience the full spectrum of our experiential universe, shaded and limited by such presumptions.

All you did was take a most natural piss on the grass. Neither triumph or tragedy.

Postmodernist are we? The grass surely did not piss on me.
If I a completely honest, I was weirded out by the Assad association. Maybe it is because I once saw his city and could imagine the wealth behind the thick walls I saw. Wealth matters. Shit runs down. Unless you like to eat shit (postmodernism) you are going to be shat on by birds and not the other way around. Ever tried shitting on a bird from a parachute?

Yes. Its why they leave my car alone now.

I’d like some insights as to what you were doing in Syria.

I once peed off the roof of the twenty three story building onto the people and sidewalk below. It was lunch hour and the street was bustling with activity. The deal was, the drywall finishers had their scaffolding set up in the stairway and I couldn’t get down the stairs to the porta-john without crawling under it all. Actually that’s not entirely true. Even if there was no scaffolding in the stairway I still wasn’t going to walk twenty-three flights of stairs just to take a leak. Nobody else was up there with me so I said fuck it. I guess I coulda peed in the corner or something but, like yourself, I saw that the clouds were open. I actually was almost in the clouds being that high up, now that I think about it.

Before you reprimand me for this, remember that a single stream of urine would certainly be reduced to an insignificant mist from that high up by the time it got to the ground. Nobody would have thought anything of it. Except that maybe the weatherman was a little off when he predicted clear skies with no chance of rain. A slight drizzle never hurt anyone, though.

Oh here’s one that has happened to all males at least once. After you jerk off, there always a little semen that’s left in the urethra afterward that makes its way to the end of your johnson. Then the lint from your underwear bonds with the fluid and clogs the fucker (pun there). When you take a leak later, the pee shoots out in two different directions.

Problem is, once you start going you can’t stop. So I’m there at the toilet with two streams of pee coming out of my johnson. What do I do. You can’t stop, and yet you can’t get both of the streams in the toilet. Now you have two options at this point. Either you negotiate the bigger of the two streams into the toilet and let the other one hit the wall or you kneel forward and bring your johnson closer to the toilet. See you never thought of that. When it happened to you, you either pissed all over the place or pinched the sonofabitch off… and that hurt something fierce.

If you have a foreskin, you gotta deal with the multi a directional piss all the time. Trick it, to lightly tip upwards on the foreskin like the tab on the can on a soda, and you can barrel straight afterwards.

If you were keeping anything in the foreskin for later, such as a pez or a banana runt candy, make sure to remove them prior to going, or else it will make you go all over, and will make the candy taste funny later.

That’s what would be called ‘pez shmegma’.

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