There was a theatrical interpretation of
House of Leaves staged in London's Covent Garden
which for some reason I thought might make
an interesting date option
kill me now, sorry for trying
So we entered a dusty warehouse for
this interactive event, like I always say
we should embrace new experiences
There was a chapter in this no-budget incoherent
student display where me and my date
divided into separate areas and I had to yell
out an upsetting childhood memory
(don't ask why just go along with it)
which was a little distressing
but then the 'actress'
Held me tight and
licked my face all over
was that in the book, I forget
up and down and all around
an unusual move to be sure
I was paralysed I went cross-eyed and
barely ever recovered, she
really lost herself in the role
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