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You begin to climb the stairs. The digital bath at the top drips down the stairs, a rotted river cuts into the surface of the steps, the girl at the top asks you a question:
“Did the multicolored bell really repeat the wonder?”
You try to respond but your tongue a greedy montage of night paralysis under a full moon in Scorpio.
“What if the difficult oil ate the baseball?”
You keep walking up the steps, listening to the voice for guidance, as you are now blind.
“Today is a Thursday in March. The moon is waning in Capricorn and Mercury is retrograde. You really should be wearing the color purple.”
You listen and climb. There is the scent of balsamic vinegar, honey, and garlic, the low iron scent of fresh cut meat; a marinade — but you can no longer smell anything.
“Is the avoided establishment better than the dress or —”
You listen but there is nothing but the vacuum of silence and the running inner monologue of your anxious thoughts — what bills to pay #rst, will I die this evening of a sudden heart attack, what if the closed put ate the speech? is the wobble comfortable or the welcome. is the wine better than the folded computer? is the human better than the moaning moon? what if the currency ate the bus?
You continue in this state until you reach the top of the staircase where the girl once was. Your senses are returned to you. There is a room with an open door. There is a bowl #lled with marinating something and script in purple neon which reads:
Is the blink burn better than the brave?
Eat yourself. turn to page 6