"That can't be good"

Usage examples of shit.

And so, trapped in this ambivalent double bind, God tortures Schreber by producing in him the imperious urge to shit, while simultaneously denying him the ability to do so.

Get you high on some mean shit they call basuco, made from coke but takes hold of you worse.

Shit, he was backing her into a corner and there was nothing Breezy hated more.

My family role had always been the burier of dead animals, the shoveler of shit, the cleaner of vomit.

By order of Gaius Justus Gallicus, under-commander of the Sixth Legion, commander of the Third and Fourth Centuries, under authority of Emperor Tiberius and the Roman Empire, you are all commanded to go home and perpetrate no weird shit until I have gotten well drunk and had several days to sleep it off.

The waste management system had been thoroughly modernised in recent years, and organic microfilters worked hard to reprocess all the daily shit the city could produce.

And here we see the effects of malnutrition and the effects of overcrowded, unsanitary shantytowns and overfilled garbage dumps and we see thin, ribby, curly-tailed dogs digging on heaps of decomposing rubbish on which children play and pick and shit.

There are lots of neurotransmitter precursors in this shit, phenylalanine and glutamate.

Any space was rentable, not only bedrooms to girls for turning tricks, kitchen to dealers cutting up their shit, but closets for stashing quantities in transit, corridors and couches for slumping against.

With all that shit breaking loose, a lot of buildings were retooling to cope.

Great for sniffing threats both animated and fixed, great for hearing subtle whines and rustles that even AI sensors would neglect, and absolutely wonderful for scaring the shit out of people.

Wes petted him distractedly, then schlumped into the kitchen, turning on the light, checking for dog shit.

Those screwing contractors been trying to fix and patch up shit and I had to earn five weeks of overtime in two weeks.

Shit, even two might not be enough, but it was all he figured he could get from Doc Sherve and his crowd.

A thousand children are shuffling out these doors tonight, but only rare nights will even one come in, home to your sprung, spermy bed, the wind over the gasworks, closer smells of mold on wet coffee grounds, cat shit, pale sweaters with the pits heaped in a corner, in some accidental gesture, slink or embrace.