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music and art effects us all down to our charkras. My bed is a kind of life raft, but not before I soak in a hot bath and smoke a joint, my androgynous body, my erogenous zones, my knowledge of good and evil. There’s a girl outside my window, all catholic conscience and Italian leather shoes, all brown hair and colour eyes. She’s as sensible as the sunrise.

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