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If you’re lost this is only the beginning maybe you should turn around and find your way back out.
Say you walk into this room. It smells bitter, almost to the point where you want to walk back out. It is dark in here. There’s a bar on the far left corner complete with hundred bottles of wine, wine glasses and but no bartender. An old piano rests on the far back, opposite to the bar the pianist seems dead, or sleeping. It’s silent in the room. Unless it hasn’t hit you, it should right about now. You’re not impressed by this scene. Why are you here? The smell doesn’t bother you any more, you’re used to it by now. It’s been five minutes and you’re still standing at the door. Why don’t you come in…have a seat. Sorry we don’t have any stools, or beer. Please do come in, make yourself useful to our couch, don’t mind the brown color, and please don’t mind the pianist. He had it coming to him.
Isn’t this lovely? Now you’re sitting on the couch and there’s nothing you can do about it because I told you so. What? You want to find out what happened to the pianist? Yeah we’ll I’ll tell you, we shot him, we shot him in the back of the head. There’s a telephone line here, sometimes it rings but I don’t pick up. Hey, I’m talking to you, look at me when I talk to you, he’s dead, leave him alone already. Here have a glass of wine. In fact why don’t you have this bottle. Its from 1979, most of our bottles are from that year I don’t know why, I just like the taste. Bittersweet. Fuck, pay attention to me. I’m going to give you the keys to the room, a pistol and a few bullets. The pianist is your trash now. And lights out.
Wake up dear, wake up. Hello there stranger, welcome to your imagination. You’ve come a long way. Are you ready for this?
A break from reality, inside the imagination, realm of reality, your dreams.
So you’re thinking…that vicarious scene transgressed your ennui. Now, you are truly away, or sleeping. Your eyelids closed, and your eyes rolled anomalously until they reached the back of your head. Its okay though, now you are truly going to see things…Oh, about the pianist, you killed the fucking insurgent, in the most grotesque fashion yet. It’s okay though, he cajoled you into it, you are vulnerable by soft spoken words. No, it’s really alright sir, don’t castigate yourself. It was well contrived and done surreptitiously. Now that we’re clear, you’re going to transmute this back into the visions in your eyes, in other words you’ll wake up from this dream. I’ll see you again sir, real soon.
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