the door reverberates for hours when i slam it; and the plaster drifts lazily to the floor. i was trying to shut out the hovering squid with the bulbous eyes in the tasseled jump-suit; i still hear the sickening sound of it throwing its wet, limp tentacled body against the door; what can it want from me?? livid fantasies of slicing its flaccid flesh with my boning knife-while the globular black eyes stare unseeingly up from the chopping board; i will stop this chase. i imagine the retribution of the squid's kin; attaching their frigid suckers to my face while they frantically draw out my eyes. whichever, i continue to live in fear.....
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