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| AISLE TWO | - | LITURGY: a customary repertoire of ideas, phrases, or observances. | | | | THE ITEM | - | Mirror of Hate |
VILLAIN!
And still the belligerence continues, Mr. Customer. Removed from the setting, the
uniforms, the automatic doors, the supermarket, are we not essentially the same? When I look into your eyes I see myself staring back. Is the pain I see mine? Yours? Ours?
Play the game with me one last time, mirror-friend. Run through the aisles with me
in a race against the repetition of sins we've endured and caused over and over again.
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See my reflection, mirror-foe. Look at your face staring at you with scars carved
in pain from the hopelessness of having been at your side for so many years. |  |
It will be a river of blood which spills between us, Master of Aggravation. And it
will be your ancient, congealed, dry-caked ichor which will splatter the aisles like
dry heat, washing me down in its dusty tears of retail merchandising.
When you fall, Mr. Customer... when your withered hand reaches out for mercy... when
the Master of Aggravation asks for help... that is when the circle between us will
be complete. When you will be as helpless before me as I once was before you.
And you will be given in return, what you gave me in kind. Nothing but scorn.
There is only hatred to fuel us. Hatred to consume us. Hatred to engulf us. I'm lighting the match that will ignite the aisles forever. Then we can both answer
to our crimes against human respect. Walk in the fire with me, Customer.
Let us
burn together.
"Why can't these creatures discover a little dignity?"
I ask the sky.
The sky says nothing, predictably."
-John Gardner,
GRENDEL
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