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Ketamine, Ket, "Horse Tranquilizer"
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§ Dreams*. Apparently Made For Making
Holes. They May Be Dark And Monochrome.
They May Not.
White Powder, Dosed By Way Of Key?
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*A Red Cylinder, Wide As A Finger.
Glossy Freckled Ceramics, With .
* Something Organic Inside, Being
Corrupted Before Your Eyes - Turning To
Ash, But There'S No Flame. You Hold It
Up To Your Nose, Suck It In With A
Sharp Inhale. Exit To The Balcony. ^
Here On The Fifth Floor, With A View
Over The Parking Lot, Things Start
Folding Into Each Other, Like
Collapsing A Cardboard Box. Dimensions
Becoming Flat And Adjacent. Pressed
Into Each Other. Creases Are Flattened
, Out, Distances Disappear, The World Is ,
Mangled Down To Two Dimensions. And
Suddenly Light Falls On The Edge Of
Everything Rather Than The Surface: It %
, All Goes Completely Dark.
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