And I mean everything from wall-hangings to ceiling murals in the bathrooms to shelves of bric-a-brac are Revelation themed. None too relaxing. Patrons arrive half pre-lit or trippin’ on whichever psychedelics kids dig these days, some down in their feelings. Invariably one obsesses on the Four Horsemen or the Angels of Death, then performs public dramatics. They open the seal. Bring friends, friends. In case you need talking down. Perspective is critical. I practice unlicensed counseling psychology on people who fear damnation and make Mojito Diablos in the Lake of Fire Room. I hope judgement doesn’t happen before my payday.
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