Pulp

He's in a room
He sees the floor
He sees the wall
He sees the roof
He sees the door
It's nine thirty-eight
So he goes up to the door and he finds himself in another room identical to the one before
The clock still reads nine thirty-eight
So he goes out of that room, but he finds himself in a parallel room
A mirror image of the one before
He hits the floor
He hits the wall
He hits the door
He hits the door
The clock reads nine thirty-eight
He throws it at the roof
He breaks a hole
He climbs out
He sees the moon
He sees the stars
He sees the sky
The stars are small lightbulbs set in a black cardboard dome
He climbs out
He sees the stars, he sees the sky
The stars are small lightbulbs set in a black cardboard dome
He hits the floor
He hits the wall
He hits the roof
He hits the dome
He hits the dome
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