ah dear

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the grown-up, middle class approach obviously didn't work, even with spacey blueberry muffins and real dairy ice cream, as i'm sure i Crunched something in the muffin, so perhaps there wasn't an Ideal distribution of, well, you knooooooow oh my head ... wavey ... fascinating ... think i'll jussst sitttt down, slump down, on that setteeeee, and maybe ... hmmm ... later ... i might wa.. er, stum ... er crawl, yes that would be an Achievement, crawl to the toilet, but as long as i pee Once i can stay here. all night. on the settee. with the lovely sound of roni size going tss tss dum dum with astonishing Clarity in one ear and ... oh, sad, oh, oops, my mate vomiting loudly in our host's toilet in the other ... amazing what this does to your aural senses ... and close my eyes and ... oooh cartoons! there Must have been lots in that muffin ... and my fingers are allllll stretchy but it's alright because it's only a muddled perception and my essential self is is juuuuust fine - and hee hee - that sounds like something you'd say when you were - oh, more terrible sounds of retching And drum'n'bass, hmm, interesting, stretchy stretchy, unknit fingers, oh yes, something you'd say when you were Stoned ... oh now that's Funny [goes on in this vein for some time; say no to drugs kids]
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