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KETAMINE, KET, "HORSE TRANQUILIZER" .
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STILL UNKNOWN TO ME, OTHER THAN THROUGH
DREAMS*. APPARENTLY MADE FOR MAKING
HOLES. THEY MAY BE DARK AND MONOCHROME.
THEY MAY NOT.
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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.