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museum of loneliness

by Chris Petit

As my hot spunk poured from my burning spear I felt as if I was emptying out and losing all sense of identity and definition. I imagined myself to be a blow-up doll that had been deflated. I thought I might turn inside out. My body no longer had any substance. I was an amorphous mass of nothingness. (Mandy, Charlie & Mary-Jane by Stewart Home)

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