>start thinking about Daisy’s body

>realize that Daisy has partially digested food in her stomach and intestines right now, moving toward her anus

>realize Daisy has chunks of shit strewn throughout her digestive tract waiting for an opportune moment to be ejected

>imagine Daisy partially dissassembling her perfectly composed outfit to take a shit, breaking the illusion of angelic perfection out of necessity

>imagine Daisy’s perineum and the area around her anus bulging as a log of shit enters her colon

>imagine it passing out unevenly and smearing her outer sphincter with a streak of feces, an imperfect turd from a flawed creature

>imaging the sputtering of trapped gas and partially liquified shit that follows

>imagine the hairs growing in Daisy’s armpits

>imagine tiny beads of sweat seeping from her innumerable pores

>imagine an elongated bead of salty, milky sweat squeezing through a pore, sticking to a nearby hair, and snaking around until it reaches the tip, where it evaporates into the air moisture to be inhaled by some stranger

>imagine the fine buildup of surface oil and sweat under her petite breasts

>imagine it rolling into little black balls of epithelial detritus as she moves, impercepible to the naked eye even if someone were looking

>imagine the interior of her vagina, squishy, mucous-lines walls, unevenly compressed in her seated posture

>imagine the thick, chalky cervical mucous collecting

>imagine the errant drops of piss in her panties, speckled with torn tissue paper