Feeling like a sheep

For the first time in many years, time seems to be slower-very much slower. I slept for 4 hours and it felt like 8. For once, i didn't think of much. No exams, no worries, no complications.
I've been grazing off lush meadows and soft pastures.

Anyway

I've not been blogging well these days.
Factors:
#1 -I'm not using my own computer to blog
#2 - I've no picture editors
#3 - No privacy

The next you know, someone might be standing behind me while i blog. It's like you're in a toilet cubicle with men closely standing behind you. I almost can feel their genitalia grazing up my @$$. I couldn't pee, i mean blog.

What if you're were peeing half way and a huge man stands over you and you could see his shadow in the reflection of your urine. I think you could become flaccid and would suppress that pee and zip up your pants and walk away.
But you can't. You're being handled like a sheep. Like in New Zealand where the farmer stucks his sheep into the fence and start unzipping his pant and hence screwing the sheep.

Everytime when you hear a zipper being undone, you know it's coming for you.