Dirty Philosophy of Vanishing Echoes

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Dirty Philosophy of Vanishing Echoes Monotone trembles in silence. A anal corkscrew carves through my thickness, leaving spirals of motion. My fresh poop dissolves into warmth, scent, anticipation. Moans and laughters scatters into corners of the room. A shy glance hides in folds of light. A breath vanishes into air, borderless. Multiplies reality. Philosophy slips through fingers. Cosmic ambient pulses from within. Meditative gathers shadows. The viewer disappears into [redacted] [redacted] watches back.