blathering ... I seem to be inflated like hydrogen crashing agains the airbag in slow motion I went through a different door my shadow in the back of my head ... theres a smell like a wolf on heat you know like spicy musk ... buzz a low droning vibrating sound ... enhancing the music ...
druidism dynamism echoism egoism electromagnetism elitism emotionalism empiricism euphemism exorism fetichism holism illusionism
I seem to have turned into someone else ... leopard skins are sooo last year darling ... that heston cannelloni on a stick ... spinach and ricotta ... lemon sole ... and something else in there ... he's made a savoury sherbet that fizzes ... a very fine thing ... and the San Pellegrino to boot ... served in a dish of dry ice ... I think my hot tongue is going to stick to it ...
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