unstrap your wristwatch and fling it to the ground the time is come the time is come the time is come, there is no time, the moon is ringed in your smoke you swore you wouldn't smoke again and all the bells are rung, the whiskey's poured, the ice is melting, it's a work night! bang the drum and croon your pop single you idolater, lick their necks, crow from the rooftops with the weathervanes swinging grandmother dances cock-topped and glinting, eat a box of saltines and watch tv all night, lethal weapon, sleep the day away, there is nothing for you left on this plane, the grey days stretch forever and you can see them coming in your rearview mirror, they'll smash you like a glacier, like a laser, like a beam, like an ice-age, like the tides are gone, like you can't find the ocean, like the water-line has dropped 300 feet everywhere in the world, like all the water you wish you could drink is frozen, it's ice-cubes in your glass, and it's coming for you. Your ancestors knew all about it, that's why they left the forests on two legs and quit patti smith space monkey fucking each other in ways you can only see on the internet you pathetic loser, they got buildings so they could get walls so they could get webcams, that's why they built the cities, that's why they stayed in the streets, that's why they stayed in the hood, that's why they stayed around the people who ain't got nothin, cause they ain't got nothing to say but love, and there's no respect you can show but phone time, voice time, watch time, time to smash your watch, time to break the bonds, time to let caesar render for his goddamn self, time to enroll in vampire school, let the shrews fuck indoors and let the faggots pay taxes, I want to get eaten by a bear, I want to be raped by a serial killer, I want to hitchhike to saturn and chill with sun ra, wake up, we've all got hermes' wings on our feet, the world is open, you can go to tanzania tomorrow and breathe that same savannah they did however many million years ago the books tell us it happened, where they say a fifth is kept of all the freshwater in the world, as if another fifth is what we need, breath out steam, power through the ice, find the north pole and take the expressway to outerspace

You are The Magician

Skill, wisdom, adaptation. Craft, cunning, depending on dignity.

Eleoquent and charismatic both verbally and in writing,
you are clever, witty, inventive and persuasive.

The Magician is the male power of creation, creation by willpower and desire. In that ancient sense, it is the ability to make things so just by speaking them aloud. Reflecting this is the fact that the Magician is represented by Mercury. He represents the gift of tongues, a smooth talker, a salesman. Also clever with the slight of hand and a medicine man - either a real doctor or someone trying to sell you snake oil.

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Night Train
(and other mostly true stories about me and all of my friends)


Oh man and do you remember when we went with your friends and drove out to that house party out in whereveritwas to crash them hot tub and while you were hottubbin it up I got stuck in the kitchen talking pocalypse to that fat bitch so I drank and smoked until I couldn't hear her anymore and ended puking all over myself up in your car on the way home and your friends were laughing and the snow was dripping away but still crunching little bones under the tires?

and how through Miss Arizona's nameless desert patch between the legs of her mountain ranges the rain froze to the windshield and when we pulled over to piss it out it froze from us dicks and we break it off like arrows to pull it through?

and when we got that redhead bitch drunk on accident and she wanted to fuck me but after we hauled her on our shoulders and she took that black eyed pavement dive right in front of the bouncer in the leather vest and we tried to leave her at daddy's house but he have a shotgun and know how to bury bodies so we end up with her on your bed and I go home and you fuck her and get caught kicked out and she say rape and then later say love?

and when you chased that guy down the streets of downtown for throwing a quarter waving your louis at all the cracked out crack house felons singing california love down that running motherfucker's throat til he turned a corner and we never could decide if he was a faggot or a tard?

and out taking that other bitch you didn't want to fuck but want to put a fist in to that club in the gloomy church where all them kids taking dancing laundromat spin cycles and five dollar drink specials while outside it's coming down and walking back from it and spinning too like them and into the pancake house piling on the vinyl pews and puking them up and the snow built drifts on your shoulders while you sat and steam and smoked and try to remember how to be a human again and remembered what it's like later when that bitch get topless in your studio and jerking pud quiet like while she's humping you in the sleeping bag so close you could've touched her?

and I powdered up the slimy stairs taking knees like church wet with it on my chest and every step a slipping dance halfway backwards you were there carrying things too, some of them mine, some of them other things up on your back in piles and cluttered soot?

Do you remember it man? Do you remember that time?

We were so crazy back then, we all so black diamonds grinning out the eyes like everything we saw was nothing like it wanted to be but us were free and free and wild elephant children to the ankle boots in the bones of our ancestors who didn't have no names but only fire whiskey or long regrets. And who was ever going to say it die but know where it live first? Cause it live in the dick and it live in the brain and it live in the heart and long as it have all three somewhere it live forever and who can't never say it wrong, never say it stop, never say it ever gonna change but changing always and every day and isn't that the way? Isn't it just the way?

He had been at the Spectacle so long he couldn't remember.

Sam the bartender was just asking him how about another drink, when this vampire in a tuxedo stumbled into his shoulder and slurred sorry, let me get this round. Then spun around and grabbed the waitress with a tray of hors d'oeuvres.

On stage a girl was rubbing something in her palm. Direct exposure to its undiluted form causes an advance upon white from each flank, cobalt blue and parchment yellow. It is as if lightning's plasma slowed, liquefied, then further condensed. Powdered milk being its nearest living cousin, if by several yawning removes. Some men sat watching in vibrating chairs.

He spun around on his stool and set his drink on the bar.

All at once he could feel the residue of time on his body where it had built up, layer by layer, a slimy film that he could barely see through. He felt sticky all over and stale buttered-popcorn as he licked his gums. The phantasmagoric bored. I wonder, he said to no one particularly, if there exists a thing called solace. A carved God hung in the corner reproached him, but a flick of the guttering candle flame and it was once again with teeth.

He made to stand but was barred by the passing of a freak and a man who shuffled his sideways way of walking. And I had to buy my own scalpel the freak was saying. I like mine with pepper and bone said the cancer.

Then over the throbbing a man with hooves and a snout shouted “It's my birthday!” and after a cheer, “Unicorn show!” which was taken up by all those there left with breath. The girl had got most of it in her mouth by then and pretty soon the birthday boy had a noose on and a party hat horning out his forehead and somebody with a beard was leading it all fours on stage hooves clacking towards her, and as he picked up his drink his second skin sloughed off and everyone was still shouting unicorn show as they slipped through the hours like they were made of chocolate pudding.