He was rushing through the corridor pushing people around: men, women, children and children alike - he treated them all equally.

He had a severe diarrhea. But not one of the fecal matter - the artistic one.

Without hesitation he run into women toilet since he knew that those usually have higher quality toilet paper than men toilets.

He have already grabbed a pencil from the reception table on his way here. The only fear he had is that the lead will turn out to be too hard for soft and delicate tissue of women toilet toilet paper.

He run inside the cabin and slammed the door shut. Finaly he's in safety where nobody would be able to interrupt his creative outpour.

He looked at the pencil - 2B. He exhaled in sweet ease.

The toilet roll was fresh, which meant: 65 meters of delicate snowwhite canwas for him and him alone. He contained his smile since a lot of work has layed ahead.

He started to write...