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After smoking
on the balcony I entered the living room where Jason stood with his back
to me. Six foot six in size 15 shoes, he was lecturing Jeff on a subject
I couldn't guess: "...But of course when you rely on gravity you'll never
understand the truth...." I thought that was a strange thing to say until
I saw the
exquisite
corpse in his hand. We did a few short ones and then started an end of
the millenium exquisite scroll which we'll add to all summer but won't unroll
till this year's Burning
Man, home of the inflammable poem. |
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