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By James Dicks
“There are few feelings as pure as being poised
high in the sky, held up only by a gently quivering
piece of webbing. I suspect injecting heroin into
your eyeball may be on a par. Lose concentration
for a single moment though, and you will find
yourself spiralling under the line in a state of
mild confusion. However, unlike shooting heroin
into your cornea (amongst innumerable other
differences), once in a while you gracefully exit
the void onto terra firma on the other side. The
sweet satisfaction of the send.”
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