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**The Eerie Elegance of Jersey’s Haunted Electronics Shop**
*In the dim-lit corners where shadows linger long,
An electronics shop echoes with a spectral song.
Its walls adorned with Italy’s décor,
In this haunted space, the spirits softly roar.*
**Scene: The Shop of Dead Door Unit / Spykes**
Amidst tangled wires and flickering screens aglow,
Where whispers of the past in ghostly chambers flow.
A split c90 rests like a gravestone deep,
The title inscribed, where restless phantoms seep.
The scent of wet food wafts through the air,
An unsettling blend of decay and despair.
Phantom coughs linger, a chorus of the lost,
As mucous echoes rise, paying the ultimate cost.
Asthmatic bells chime, they groan and they hiss,
In this breathless tomb, their jarring toll is amiss.
Guests enter with delight; little do they know,
That within these haunted halls, age begins to show.
For in every creak of wood and flicker of light,
There lies the struggle of Ken, fighting the night.
His muscles rebelling against the toll of years,
As he navigates memory through laughter and tears.
And the pneumonic pendulum sways with the beat,
Counting breaths taken, slow and incomplete.
Each lingering exhale, a whisper from the past,
As the lobular masque drapes its secrets vast.
Amidst the cluttered shelves of this electronic maze,
Pulmonary nightmares haunt the mesmerizing haze.
A chorus of spirits, their voices intertwined,
Bound by ambition and the echoes left behind.
Yet here, within this haunted sanctuary of sound,
There is magic and chaos waiting to be found.
So step through the threshold into the other side,
Where the ghostly electronics and eerie past collide.
*Come, discover the tales in the circuits’ embrace,
In this Jersey shop, where the present meets space.*
*A wondrous blend of haunted charm and decay,
In the heart of Philly, where the echoes play.*
Utterly abstracted split in one take styles, numbered edition of 35.