the same
I appear suddenly seated in a Chinese canteen, out appears a thin
oblong commercial aircraft covered in brands and logos, looks un-flyable. To
my left, a faceless woman offers me a smoke from a homemade pipe. Denying,
she snaps my picture and I immediately rid her of it.
And I walk, by weeping druggies I pass, until I see a plaza cafe with
beautiful seductive waiters; one approaches me enticing me to eat but I do
no accept, instead I compliment this asian jewel, she’s flattered and she
agrees to help me on my journey to the Jungle Fish Club. She slips into the
sewer, swimming. As I wait, giant clumsy missiles start to pour around me,
on a bridge. I panic but stay put, out of the mania her face mouths “wait for
me.”
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