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chasing the dragon - Kate Moss moves house

you are entering a looking-glass world where you believe that you are chasing the dragon "How bold!" In fact the dragon is taking you, little by little, the dragon is gentle and sweet - at first he takes only your little finger and you don't mind - Its worth it - its only your little finger. Bit by bit the dragon takes more and more and you don't mind. "What did I need friends for?" Now I will be undisturbed with my good friend the dragon". For everyone this process is a unique experience and for everybody it is exactly the same. You will let the dragon take you bit-by-bit until he has taken EVERYTHING.

you are cognisant with the term: BIOLOGICAL IMPERATIVE. 

(you are IN the dragon)

Supermodel Kate Moss and husband Jamie Hince have moved house to an address in Highgate that was home to English mystic, seer and artist William Blake as well as philosopher, poet and life-long opium addict Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Back in 2005 Kate was betrayed by trusted associates who sold mobile-phone footage of her racking up lines to the gutter press. With her career apparently in free-fall Kate expediently booked into the five-star celebrity rehab clinic "The Meadows" in Arizona.

At the East London Mosque the brothers were heard to declaim "The Jewess has been cast down by Allah, and has gone to the desert to repent." followed by "Thus also will the infidel Doherty be hurled 

... into perdition, Inch Allah. 

Samuel Taylor Coleridge was a leader of the Romantic movement; deeply influenced by the natural world and closely involved with the political and spiritual philosophy of his day; an associate of William Wordsworth, Thomas deQuincey, Josiah Wedgewood and other great minds of his day. 

Coleridge lived and wrote amongst the Quantock hills in Somerset and was a member of a group centred around Dr Beddowes of Bristol.

He wrote the poem "Kublah Khan" supposedly while under the influence of opium but his compositional stream was cut short by the arrival of an insurance salesman knocking at the door of his cottage. Coleridge was supposedly disturbed and thrown off-track by this mundane herald of commerce and was unable ever to return to the inspired state to finish the poem. "The man from Porlock stole my buzz " he was reputed to have said.

Or a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment

In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to man    Down to a sunless sea.So twice five miles of fertile groundWith walls and towers were girdled round:And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;And here were forests ancient as the hills,Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slantedDown the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!A savage place! as holy and enchantedAs e'er beneath a waning moon was hauntedBy woman wailing for her demon lover!And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,A mighty fountain momently was forced:Amid whose swift half-intermitted burstHuge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and everIt flung up momently the sacred river.Five miles meandering with a mazy motionThrough wood and dale the sacred river ran,Then reached the caverns measureless to man,And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from farAncestral voices prophesying war!    The shadow of the dome of pleasure    Floated midway on the waves;    Where was heard the mingled measure    From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device,A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!     A damsel with a dulcimer    In a vision once I saw;    It was an Abyssinian maid,    And on her dulcimer she played,    Singing of Mount Abora.    Could I revive within me    Her symphony and song,    To such a deep delight 'twould win me,That with music loud and long,I would build that dome in air,That sunny dome! those caves of ice!And all who heard should see them there,And all should cry, Beware! Beware!His flashing eyes, his floating hair!Weave a circle round him thrice,And close your eyes with holy dread,For he on honey-dew hath fed,

And drunk the milk of Paradise