Magic Blue Smoke on Nostr: The sweat rolls off of him, despite the chill in the air. He steams in the lights in ...
The sweat rolls off of him, despite the chill in the air. He steams in the lights in the parking lot, itchy energy in his aura.
The writhing, twisting movements of his neck appear to be involuntary. His head bobs, pivots, gimbles, but his eyes remain locked onto mine.
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