Thursday, March 12, 2009

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It hangs, spinning on it s cord at the centre of the ceiling. Like a large globe lampshade, huge and multifaceted with hard, shiny, flat interlocking sections that glitter wickedly.

Inside, who knows what s inside, maybe layer upon layer of printed circuit boards
humming quietly with frenetic, evil activity. Within it are enacted horrific scenes of
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Anita Wisniewska
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