Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Slaughterhouse Saturday


Magic is full contact.

Magic can leave scars.

Magic will steal your memory.

And give you new ones altogether.

The basement was cold.

The whiskey was warm.

Cigarettes in dark alleys

Navigating narrow steps without light.

Wall. Smash. Concussion.





There was Magic played as well, though somehow that seems secondary.

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