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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.
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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