The Great Old Eternal Mushroom Cloud erupts from his solar plexus. Enviably powerful, untold energy. Jet after jet of flame lights up every single face, reflects in every single eye; the image is repeated again and again. The whirlpool picks us up and spins us down and around the flames, but nobody can know from where this phrenetic and rhapsodical momentum originates. Faster they dance, hands thrown up off their arms like confetti in the strobe, flashing from the blaze. Blissful faces falling apart and being exchanged. A long laugh resonates through this huge and wild carnival with a metallic aftertaste. Stretch and scorch your mind to digest this boundless energy, this unity, this singed saturnalia. The word 'indescribable' and the phrase 'go for yourself' spring instantly to mind. But these expressions are unlike most. They
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