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Part I: The Initiation





Seroquil and Nightshade are the friends that I know

Placed in a bottle and sent on the ocean

Terrible fires pitted against the beauteous bounties

And there's Serafins watching us in quilted grey gowns



There's lying bulls and silver masks and rangers that stow

With billy clubs they ratched up the antes in harbors

Silly painters are frozen on the Alaskan frontier

Killed by a slowing feeling of lose and despair



Part II: the counterattack



Magic is the spell that carries me in a concavity

And reality is the rupture that invades my soul

Somewhere in between is what I call the 'Now'

And there is no predicting which direction we go



Give me a quarter with the truth on one side

Place a bet on the weirdos who turn out in droves

Purple is the dawning of a drowning realization

That Cherokee carpets will scalp the room's only door



Part III: Raiders of the Lost Dark



Mcdonald's has a rubber face glued on by the King of Thailand

But if you rip off the mask there's nothing left behind

All that is left is denial in a foxglove

Showing me the inside of side-saddled casinos



Chilies grained in tattoos and lowered in gold vats

Rats hang by their tails in tandem with the banjos

Red donkeys will climb with Wii's handle led divine

As satiny 9volt batteries sing "Caballeros" on verandas of sand



The End



Epilogue: Dont mention it.