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Created on Tue, 01 Jul 2025 13:03:00 GMT

He was a human vacuum cleaner. In the living room he licked and sucked the carpet. He never got up off the floor. He had an important job. He was necessary. He wore nothing but an adult diaper. The only furniture in the room was a small red sofa he wasn’t allowed to use and his tongue always had hairs and minuscule granules of gravel stuck to it. Hairs in his throat. Caught between his teeth. Discolored teeth that were chipped and cracked from biting hard particles. Tiny tiny pebbles and bits of mystery grit and tracked-in sand. He bowed over the floor like a humble supplicant. The sun-bright afternoon irradiated the rug, clarifying the Dutch-white fibers, the late daylight slanting through the west-side windows like stanchions of saffron. He never looked out the windows. There was enough to focus on directly under him. He planted his chapped lips on the rug and sucked the specks of dirt straight into his lungs. He hardly coughed at all anymore. He hadn’t had a choking fit in weeks. His throat/tube was scarred and callused from daily industrial use, his gag reflex nullified like a circus sword-swallower or porn performer. His mouth undulated against the rough fibers and particles of dirt clung to his tongue, necessitating periodic uncomfortable swallows to maintain a clean and moist oral nozzle. Miss Winnie insisted he keep his saliva sluices producing juice while he worked. To remain efficient. Licking up dust. Miss Winnie wasn’t home yet. He sucked the carpet. Synthetic fibers clung to his lungs. Sometimes his chest hurt and it was difficult to breathe. His sense of taste was in danger of erasure due to the daily abuse of his palate and tongue. He made a whirring sound while he worked. Miss Winnie insisted. He had to sound like a running vacuum cleaner. The noise droned from low in his throat. Groaning like a motor. His lips and tongue worked on the deep nylon pile that stretched ahead of him. A vast unending plain. His permanent environment.

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