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On Morphine (after my lung collapsed) I saw all four Beatles in a green stuffed pepper one lunchtime, and Jesus  in my ward shower curtain. The words on the page of the book I was reading leaped and pirouetted like ants in a ballet. It was trippy, almost worth nearly dying for, but considering IContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Bruce Hodder”