So I was utilizing the facilities in the library tonight and had a sudden burst of creativity. No, that is not what I call defecation. Anyway, I realized what I want to do with this tumblr.

I want to start a collection of photographs of art and conversations on bathroom stall walls that I discover. It’s a unique art form. It’s almost always anonymous, vulgar, and somewhat humorous in nature. At times, it can even be philosophical. As well, I believe it’s a form of art and expression that is greatly underappreciated and misrepresented in modern life. And if you believe my tongue is pressed firmly in cheek, then maybe you’re right. But if it was, I wouldn’t be able to pronounce certain words as clearly, and there would of course be many spelling errors in this post. No, the only “cheek” in question here is the one placed on the porcelain throne which enables such art.

So dip your brush in ink, O artists of the lavatories! Scribe your thoughts with your pants about your feet! Begin an epic script with the subtitle: “Call this number for a good time and maybe a blowjob!”

I drink to you, good sirs and madams of this most exquisite art form!

I just won’t drink near your work.