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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.
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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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