Throw away Don’t Eat

All doors and doorways are different. Some you know that lead to sanctuary, some are to heavy and horrifying to open, some are more like holes or burrows, an age old crack splitting a giant gutted tree with centuries of foliage blanketed around the entrance. I’ve seen shadows crawl across the metal doors that led to the stairwell in some suburban slum apartment building, feeling slightly trapped and on a lot of Acid. Doorways are our only way in and out of whatever the fuck is going on be it tangible or something complex and vaporous, spooky or comforting, medically ill advised or covered with cotton candy,

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