Tag: fan
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Story
Each time I try to roast myself into a darker and richer gravity that drips into a story seeking to remove sensation from comfort like a lie wiggling truer than a big toe, I feel like a fan that’s blowing air out into itself through its behind, and being anything say-able careens more like a […]
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Fan
At this moment I am nothing, and do nothing, and that is all I am, but this fan in the window thinks otherwise, and I know a fan cannot think.
the real subject is always you 