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| Referential objects fizzing in the mind of a famous person corroding through language spat out onto vapid planes dotted with bright heliotrope flowers and the bright colours of heliotrope flowers. All the while part of your mind is floating around a glowing white passenger jet 20,000 ft up in the vivid blue sky-blue sky. It surrounds the plane; a translucent globule lazily rippling as it courses on and on. And the plane never lands, it just keeps going and going and going, transmogrifying into a bird with red wings and ‘wax’ in its name and someone’s memory of your shoe. |
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