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2022.06.06
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Fan WuFan Wu is a callous rider on the rough seas of sentimentality. He is researching the persistent thrum of emptiness that underlies all existence, and how Nietzsche and Zhuangzi treat that void energy each in their own way.
over the black mesa abend gray knuckles at the clutch road shoulder gone cold flank steak anamerican water horny for another Jeff another pocket stuffed 流步 不可 来手 the hum at the helm & its hinterland silence trucker juice coloured up in a mane of ash toucan bruised dirt under Jeff fag-sore let me roll me let me roll me to you — Jeff turns heads, or mine, on a swivel it’s just Jeff when sun & 心 eclipse into monomania I love those boys with fast noisy minds for my blank one admits no sound nor roar of thought but what must be dug up word by word icicle by mud puck fat final swamp just a touch less of humiliating sex the ragdoll body thrown marrow-white to roadside shoulder for fuck buzzards to shrug off give me lust or give me up lily deep in a suffering of stone