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Morrison and his lovely partner onto a celebrity wedding picture. Then draw a thought balloon in Tipp-Ex over Morrison's head and add in biro, "This marrying lark is fun, and sure she's a lovely lady, but I will be glad to get back home from the honeymoon and invite (your name here) over to the mansion for a game of air-hockey and an Enterprise marathon".
I have actually cut this picture out, with Grant and Kirsten's heads and all, and superimposed it on a fractal. This way, I can imagine that as they are wed, they enter the supercontext. Their partnership represent the union of the Outer Church with whatever-it-was in a freaky deaky act of alchemical union, ushering in the new aeon....
Ohhh, I've just come. |
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