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So! You take let us assume a third toke; long and slow. You vaporise and you take it in and in and in... and there is a sound like the crumpling of a plastic bread wrapper or the crackling of flame and a tone. A mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
and there is this....... (Explosion) There is a cheer. The gnomes have learned a new way to say hooray. The walls, such they be, are crawling with geometric hallucinations. Very brightly coloured, very irridescent. Deep sheens and very highly reflective surfaces everything is machine-like and polished and throbbing with energy but that is not what immediately arrests my attention. What arrests my attention is the fact that this space is inhabited. And so like jewelled self dribbling basketballs these things come running forward and what they are doing with this visible language that they create is they are making gifts! They are making gifts for you and they will say ... |
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Waves of the soft spring wind
Love's flood tide is rising full The moon of love is rising full Sea of beauty. The moon of love is rising full Love's flood tide. Some laugh, some weep, some dance for joy. My mind craves nectar day and night. Like a blue lotus floating on the sea of love. Lingering in ashantically Lingering in the akashic realms Lingering in the realms. Blue lotus floats, floating, floating.. Some laugh, some weep, some dance for joy. My mind craves nectar day and night. |
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