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I had a dream this morning after I came back from dancing to ultra stark techno music all night, surrounded by a seam of bodies, and bathed in psychedlic lights. It involved swapping lists of innovative names, all written in green with felt pens which melted after the ink touched the paper. Someone was shouting in the background that it was not true, we were all wrong, and there is nothing but bodily impact to sound. The voice was that of James Brown, who then sat down and took a puff off his cigarette, while a line of occupied chairs carried on dreaming. WHOO!!
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