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But above the gray land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eye of Doctor Kirk Johnson. The eye of Kirk Johnson is brown and gigantic — its iris is one yard wide. They look out of no face, but, instead, from a gaping maw which is passed over by a pair of hands — one adorned with a ring. Evidently some wild wag of a porn star set it there to fatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then sank down himself into eternal blindness, or forgot it and moved away. But his eye, dimmed a little by many paintless days, under sun and rain, brooded on over the solemn dumping ground.
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# ¿ Sep 29, 2016 21:33 |
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