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A stupid guy shares weird memories and dry humor, as well as fiction and poetry, for the entertainment of whomever. My nostrils grow and fall, rustling the dust above my lip. I notice the trees, launching by me and the rest of the passengers at the speed of stillness. It amazes me how such a land-locked being could appear to move so much more than I, though I have feet with which to transport my tired vessel. The chest begs to break, but.