Tag: Magic
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Never Re-enact the Sleight
Junky marks fiending for their next astonishment fix – reality a banal husk without that sweet frisson of the impossible injected straight into their vapid cerebral veins. Illusionists carters of a paradox narcotic more addictive than horse, hovering on that razor edge where certainty splinters apart into horrific/ecstatic chimerae. Watching junkies ride convulsive K-waves as…
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Magic
The velvet drapes, once portals to wonder, hung like tattered meat curtains. Sequins on the sequined jacket were not scales of a cosmic serpent, but plastic glued to polyester by sweatshop fingers. The Endless Enigma, revealed as greasy hair and a compulsive cough, shuffled through his next “disappearing act,” a tired routine as predictable as…