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I wake up. Still unstable. It smells like cunt and burnt coffee.
excerpted from Sunday Morning by McCutcheon
Movement is motion, RIGHT Not thoughts of devotion, RIGHT I’m walking down the street, RIGHT I look at my torso-legs-and my feet, RIGHT it gets so cold on the outside as ...
excerpted from Walking by McCutcheon
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