The Blood Magick

I pulled my stash out of my pocket and perused the contents. Gray powder in two large bags marked off 50g each. Five hundred mil each. That was three good doses. I could really get to know the Big Chief. I licked my finger and scraped up some powder off the outside of the bag. Dust, really. The stuff the air had stolen when Doc C was pouring the shit into the bag. Chemists. He loves his art. I folded the bag back up so that the two inside bags pressed against each other, then I kissed it and put it in the cup of the king. Atop the shelf, staring down from the family of Mammy and Whitey and the Bornless One and Rupert and Cornelius and the little grundy man that she made so long ago out of my teeth and blood and cum and spit. I set the chief down next to Whitey. I figured they’d have a lot to talk about. A small little pinch for the pocket of my hand and then…

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Intelligence agents all around in this kind of place and you can never be too careful meditating over the black keys on the key. Police stammering around looking for the dope trying to collect in a bar full of intelligence agents. The girls are nice in a lithe, teenage 1994 kind of way all grunged out with striped sleeves covering up needle marks where they pricked themselves with the orange crystal from space. Notes jotted down on the paper (wherever you can find it) inside the cover of the future cut up deconstructing the memes of the violently ignorant cutting the virus up putting it back together making the animal new like a fucking chimera bursting out in flames and fury and spit and CUM CUM CUM.

A little bleeding on paper and its got the DNA brain shoving it down the line. Pretty soon tho you end up in a wash of crimson life (meaning death). Killing thousands of so-called virgins by the hour just trying to keep the momentum going. Robbing Paulie to pay Pete getting the sticky stuff from the inside out. Girls sit in the corner with their razors cutting and casually licking up the dribblings that come out. A clique of vampires over in the corner French kissing sticky red back between each other. I do another bump of the gray salt and start looking at the queer boy in the corner who looks like something more than human in his makeup. Some fucker with a sick sense of humor gave him sock tits.

Police! Police! The raid in progress coming after drugs and vice from the occultniks waiting for the next event. Everyone continues eating and drinking and fucking and drugging right out in the open. The polizei have no power here, no force, no fire. They blandly walk around drooling and rubbing their cocks, trying to catch of glimpse of something good in the bathroom or the corner.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY yooo donta sucka my cocka i arrest you”

“Pull it out and lose it, filth.”

Slinking back over in the corner. I bump more and feel my brain bleeding down my nose.