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Nihilistic Public

  • May 27, 2025
  • 1 min read

It’s so weird/Being surrounded by other people/All walking somewhere/But going nowhere/It’s a strange façade, pumping iron till your muscles bulge/From inside your tight T-shirt/Girls want to be skinny, or healthy/Or fuckable/Guys craning their necks to watch/The other guys/With bulging limbs like pioneers of a world deprived.  Everywhere/Mirrors/Flex pose dance pivot/Look at my tits/Look at those pecks/I do it too/Like puppets dancing to the tune of their own vanity/Or maybe they do really care about their health.  Either way, we walk/Nowhere/Straining stamina/As it drains from our vigor like a squashed sideshow act.  I was in the locker room/A bearded burley fucker farted as he passed me by/And he left me there/In his stink/As he left the room….

 
 
 

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