(the postcard sent to Carrie, 10/23/08, one day before leaving USA, disappeared during mailing)
My very first try didn't work, but my second did.
It cut the links between my sensation and my brain.
The vison I received lagged,
and my world fluntuated as the fires faded in and out.
I was spinned downward until the velocity exceeded what my heart could bare as I closed my eyes.
and then I felt relaxed and sleepy.
This is so-called getting high.
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