The Chains hang down like tendrils from some deep sea monster. The oil pools on the floor and I step in it. Leaving tracks from 1 to 6. The octopus chugs along in an endless rhythm that bounces off my skull. I get lost several times, but I find myself just in time to drive home. It's snowing, which is good. As I break away,I can feel the monster arms reaching out trying to pull me back, but it slips on some ice and I am safely on my way home.
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