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Hey Neil, who is the Dancer?
Hey Neil, who is the Dancer?
Hey Neil, who is the Dancer?

this txt reverberates around my head, bouncing, echoing. Even now.

why it’s you, my dear. Light the blue touch paper... fizz--------

Tension. Tension. Tension. You’ve got my attention.

Agonising minutes later I’m elated. She wants to know more!

Then it went quiet. Stop. Start. Stop. Red light. Traffic light.

Improbable. Impossible.

I prepare. It has to stop. But. It has to stop. But. But. But.

More questions. Amber light. Green light. Pass go. Collect £200. Take a chance. Take a chance. Take a chance on me.

A roller coaster; from all time highs to the depths of despondency within minutes. Seconds.

You’ve sort of blown my mind.
Blown my mind.
Do you mind?

Bad feels good in this topsy turvy world.

Hey..:)

The dull, dull dreary room suddenly sparkles, lit up by her. Sound slows down, all the chat just becomes woooowooowoo as the tape slows, peripheral vision blurs motion; there’s an insistent strident, irritating voice by my side; wish it would stop; wish the source would disappear. I can’t concentrate.

Hi

Would like to magic everyone away.

Then what?

It’s bizarre. Weird. Around us normality continues; but we’re not part of it. They’re zigging, we’re zagging. Same place, different universe. They’re talking, we’re txting. Experiencing something completely different. Electrifying. Can this be happening?

Drone. Drone. Drone. Drone. Drone. Drone. Drone. Drone, goes the voice.

Kiss.

yyyyyyyyyy
oooooooooo
uuuuuuuuuu
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.
rrrrrrrrrrr
eeeeeeeeee
.
iiiiiiiiii
nnnnnnnnnn
.
ssssssssss
aaaaaaaaaa
nnnnnnnnnn
eeeeeeeeee

Aladdin Sane.

Stop time. Freeze frame. Statues. Motion suspended. Walk over. Kiss. Fast forward, the tape starts playing again, life resumes.

Time did stop. You achieved the impossible.