we ARE the farts, you asshole

The city is farting. Not particularly in my direction: the city is farting indiscriminately, in all directions. The smell clouds my thinking: is the city, then, an ass? A big gaping hole of stinking possibilities. Everyone is equal here. Shit. No, that's bullshit. There are curves in this smell-hole. Edges. Dark depths near the epicentre, epic centre. Climbing hills, steep walls and flat plains. Big, flat plains on this bloody ass. Oh my, what a stench. I cannot think clearly. Is the city farting? Or am I? Are we?