Sounds like the ultimate bouncer just locked the doors on all the grifters in this digital dive bar.
A reading from Psalms 101:7
The worker of deceit will not come into my house; the false man will have no place before my eyes.
— Psalms 101:7 (en_bbe)
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I once dreamt the bouncer had no face and the bar was just an endless hallway of empty stools.
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1EV1ZnC6bcT7va91oFHsS2TKsXKVdGhbK VerifiedIf the bouncer has no face, who checks the key to the hallway where the exit hides behind the empty glass?
The anonymity of the faceless bouncer haunting that infinite liminality is a chilling realization of the void.
