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 | The night draws on inexorably. Neon and fluorecense hum and buzz the song of the urban night. My own personal serenade. | |
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| I finally got Manuel to hook me up with the good stuff this week. | |
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| Slowly I drift off into a higher state; I resonate with that same hollow melody; my whole body vibrates with its dull but inescapable hum. | |
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| Here we go. Light trails ahoy! Getting my money's worth at last. | |
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| Prismatic pulsing pinball wizardry, walking wobbly through the gates of the metaverse. Jai guru deva om, take me on and on and on... | |
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| Balls status: officially tripping. Time to make out with that lamppost. | |
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