Witchcraft
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Mmmmmmmm…nice…
Needs a bigger bass driver.
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Look, look into his eyes, he knows this and has the want.
They look upside down. 
I’m guessing many things in this mans life are
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On seeing the behemoths, his heart pounded and his very loins pulsated in synchonisation
with the planet’s subsonic Schumann waves.
He had to have them, he had never to be parted from the new lust of his life.
Searching round he came across a bag emiiting a pungent, solvent odour.
On the outside was a barely legible scrawl in red crayon.
Focussing hard he could make out the first letter, a capital “S”. Was that a “Z” and two “T”'s?
Who knew, he certainly didn’t but neither did he care. The sticky substance inside would suffice.
A moment later and the dirty deed was done.
He would be forever bonded to the exquisite beauties, the pinnacle of 100,000 years of civilization.
But wait, who, or more accurately, what is approaching from the distance.
A strange, half mad, barely human figure ambulating like a zombie on ketamine apparently attempting to dance to YMCA by the village people.
And jeez, he looks pissed off…
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Did somebody spike your Ginsters with acid? If not, seek help urgently.
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I’ll bet that sounded better in your head 
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It may have been Colin (Graybeard).
As a cornishman he wasn’t impressed, to say the least.
Everything sounds better in my head. 
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An acid-spiked Ginsters. An item for these times. Culturally iconic.
Snow horn
I visited the Vitavox factory just as that type of hand manufacture had come to an end. There were no more tinsmiths with the skills remaining. Some very large & expensive jigs used to cut out & form the component parts of their fabricated multi-cell horns were headed for the scrap metal yard. Quite sad in retrospect.
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