7730. THE NEW BREVOORT HOTEL

THE NEW 

BREEVORT HOTEL

I am holding hands with dynamite 

at the New Brevoort Hotel. We 

are dining on glycerin patties

and Big Bang cocktails. Orders,

or semblances of such, are 

everywhere around. The new

markers on the table, each, are

items delivered fresh daily.

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When people disappear, I wonder 

where they go. Kidnapped by something

other than themselves? A new sense of awe

and wonder? I wonder to myself.

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I see that every third table has the same

floral setting where the candles are burning.
So, this room is divided into a fragrance of three, 
each by decoration. I am holding hands 
with dynamite. Such a conflagration!