magic...
magic. he told me voodoo was love. crazy horse is just a jester in the
kings court. he is. he amuses me. he teaches me. he plays with masks.
games. cards. he knows. but hides his ignorance. he is merely a
jester. the kings would not do that. i dont think. i havent met
chickenman yet though.
old hippie. he lives mining crystals in arkansas. selling them on
necklaces. takes care of the old voodoo queens son. he says. she died
two years ago. magic. he lives in his own time. we all do you see.
dont you. he says. nothing existed before he was born. and he will
live forever. he will not die. for his time is his. existence.
reality. came to be when he was born. and it will stop when he dies.
and that is forever. for him. a junkie lives on junk time. a
businessman. wallstreet. our time is the time we chose. when time goes
fast for me. it may go slow for you. or go faster. time is perceptual.
and i live on my time. and i paused. and asked questions. and i
understood. this. his concept. his time. his world. i know a small
part of it. if its important to you youll remember it. a man remembers
things that are important to him. i remember him. saying this. there
are no more queens in new orleans. there were two. they died. (marie
laveau was the first). another will rise. the kings must crown her.
behind every woman is a man. and magic. being old. is sexist. but i
know it is true. chickenman is one of those kings. and when the time
comes. the kings will chose.
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