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Au Contraire Mon Lonely Chair

  • tommyvinhbui
  • Oct 19, 2018
  • 1 min read

Pull up a chair and have a stare at the slowly setting sun on a dusty, doomed horizon. It swivels but there's no angle you won't get a full dose of the desolateness before us. Adjust the lumbar support so that you won't miss a single eye-guzzle of gloom. Don't lean back too far as even gravity holds a grudge.

The chain-link fence wobbles. The power lines hum haste. Your seat squeaks inconsolably as you rise to lumber off.

This throne only knows ancient turbulence and auld turmoil.

 
 
 

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