as the sonic narcosis faded, the circle closed in and each stranger began requesting justification for my 'aural ejaculations' simultaneously thrusting their dictaphones under my nose. To elude them, I directed their attention towards a strange, yet somehow familiar fellow who was performing a rather frantic dance atop a table in the corner of the room. Whilst they were distracted I hastily cashed in my free trip voucher for eyeless Camille's intra-sonus taxi and she whisked me away to the islets of langerhans...
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The Digital Diary