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'So! You take let us assume a third toke; long and slow. |
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You vaporise |
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and you take it in and in and in... |
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and there is a sound |
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like the crumpling of a plastic bread wrapper |
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or the crackling of flame and a tone. |
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A mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm |
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and there is this....... |
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There is a cheer. |
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The gnomes have learned a new way to say hooray. |
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The walls, such they be, |
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are crawling with geometric hallucinations. |
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Very brightly coloured, very irridescent. |
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Deep sheens and very highly reflective surfaces |
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everything is machine-like |
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and polished |
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and throbbing with energy |
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but that is not what immediately arrests my attention. |
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What arrests my attention |
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is the fact that this space |
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is |
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inhabited. |
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And so like jewelled self dribbling basketballs |
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these things come running forward |
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and what they are doing with this visible language that they create |
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is they are making gifts! |
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They are making gifts for you |
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and they will say ...' |
