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werewolf
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best haunted house i've ever been to. i was terrified, lost, walking in endless lazy circles, circles that seemed to be tightening on me untill the center was everywhere. i felt that dread we all try to lose as boys building back in me mortared in by the thick and pungent air. the faces of those more lost than i, more comfortable than i will not leave me. and is my face that garish when i am overtaken by lust? so devoid of reproach, so devoid of choices. does my own desire have a breaking point where it becomes as indiscriminant as these people seemed, as cannibalistic? like all haunted houses, we go to see all of those things we keep behind bars, we keep in dark corners, we laugh it all away and pretend that we didn't pay admission to see ourselves, when that is exactly what we are gasping at, moans emanating from scenes that could be our own.
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