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Flakey Foont@flakyfoont.bsky.social |
The thickness of her lashes grants her an essential blindness to the wretchedness of her condition, that of a being cursed to serve men as an object of lust, a masturbatory icon for their violent worship of self-pleasure and thus of guilt. Maybe she was born to be the agent of despair.
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Flakey Foont
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To be fair, I sometimes follow people through the streets whispering Herzogian narration about what they might be doing. "He is window-shopping, but is it for a pen to write a suicide note or a knife with which to cut his wrists and escape from the absurd loneliness that drives him?"
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