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… we never knew how long time was

Then he gradually emptied the cigarette out into an ashtray

And it fell, the tobacco fell like grains of delicate snow

And then he stuffed for about four, five minutes

A rich mixture of

Rough …

Or maybe it was Golden Hut

Or some of those fine tobaccos into a cigarette

With some of that great…

The great plant, you know the great plant

The great plant, you know, grows every minute, every minute

And there…

I remember very well

The great movement gesture

Of his fingers as he lit

The delicious fragrant smell

Like honey

Can you imagine the bees pollinating the great plant?

As they fly sort of like butterfly

Haphazardly and hither and thither

Minding on the beautiful plant, sucking its juices

Ooh, to have those juices flowing through your veins like heavenly mist

Oh, the beauty of India

One day, one day I remembered

The stars shinning so brightly

I walked outside

And there was a, a man standing in a corner

With a blue sign on his hand

Which I could not read, it was Arabic

And I looked very carefully

And he came up to me and he said:

«Hey, hey you, would you like, would you like a little of the delicate brew

that we make in the basement?»

And I said «Well, what is the delicate brew?»

He said: «Oh, nevermind, just come along»

So I came along very, very cautiously, because, you know, the paranoia gets

sets in sometimes

And there we sat

Mikhail smiled with that sort of Mick Jagger smile

«You got there, you got there!»

And there, he crumbled some kind of dust

Like, like the dust of the old bones that rot away

And he delicately pushed them, like, like--

Remember the old civil war?

Maybe the Revolutionary War?

Maybe, oh, the Armada, as they stuffed the fodder into the cannon?

And the cannonball was shoved in very, very gently, so that it would explode as

it was down the barrel

And then he cautiously, he cautiously…

Oh, I can remember the smell

As the fear lit

And there

And there it was

The makings of a final episode

In the lives of the, of the Space Rangers

Remember Rocky Jones?

I don’t even remember Rocky Jones very well

But Rocky Jones was a Space Ranger

A very tall, smiling Space Ranger

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