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Magic

Magic betrays the senses & the will labyrinthine & serpentine unreal when you desire the real can fail suffer from entropy with smoke & mirrors & sleight of hand turn the drunk the dolt the pious the villain the parasite the gobshite into a God. That the moon goes around the earth & that the earth goes around the sun & that we are stuck to this ball shows me that there is real magic but I haven’t a fucking clue how the magic works. The term magic etymologically derives from the Greek word mageia (μαγεία). Men were butchered & women burnt to dissipation by a finger of accusation. Magic has to be simple if magic is difficult you hope the magician succumbs to the chains the handcuffs the rope & drowns in the tub of water.  

Larry Kevinour

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