Some friends squatted a 32 million pound (?) house in beautiful square in central London. They live there, yes, for now. We gathered for a Christmas celebration that lasted 3 days, spread across 5 floors, but happened mainly in that amazing room in the basement... umm... I tried to write about it but after deleting everything 3 times I decided to share with you the fact that I had to chuck a piece of clothing in the bin when I got back home. We actually discussed how to face the outside world after all that finished. That's cos we were quite lucid. Too much I think. Anyway, since my literacy left me unelaborated I'll pass this text to you. It's about little DMT creatures. I traced a parallel in my head. That's all I can say, really.