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jack_babalon"Do you have anything you wanna say?"
"FUCK YOU"
"Cigarette?"
"FUCK YOU"
"Fair enough" Carlos nods to Dave. Dave kicks the small wooden ladder out from under Raul's feet. Raul drops a foot and jerks to a sudden stop. He looks like he's treading water in mid air. Adam turns away, but Carlos grabs him by the shoulder: "You need to see this".
"C'mon Carlos he's jes a kid"
"He needs to see this" Carlos snaps at Dave and shoots a look over up at the DJ booth and gives another small nod to Tyrone. The room goes dark and is then suddenly illuminated by a series of multicolored search lights tracking along the dance floor from the ceiling. Raul is floating there kicking and wiggling like a worm on a hook in the middle of all this. The fall wasn't long enough to snap his neck so he's asphyxiating. Slow. A flare off the strobe lights turns Raul into a series of framed snapshots. Adam wants to close his eyes but he can't. Carlos is chanting in some language he can't understand. Adam catches fragments of Latin but that's about it. With trembling hands he removes a cigarette. Now theres music everywhere. 'Zoo Music Girl' by The Birthday Party. A growling Nick Cave reverbetates through the air. There's a strange smell in the air, an orgasm spilled on a fresh cut lawn. Adam feels a tingle in the air, and Raul is still up in the air dancing, the rope twists a bit and he spins once, a catwalk pivot. When he spins back his face is engorged, eyes bulging wide like the Tibetan Demon tattooed on Dave's neck. The music fades down slowly, prematurely. Carlos is done chanting and is standing there with his arms folded into an 'X' over his chest. He claps his hands three times. The lights come back on.
"Now the tricky part" Carlos says shooting Adam a conspiratorial wink. Dave steps over and opens a gray gym bag. He removes a knive.
"Do you know what the 'Hand of Glory' is Adam?"
Adam shakes his head no, both he and Raul are locked in a mutual stare down. Dave remounts the ladder and climbs up slowly on the wabbling ladder.
"The 'Hand' is an old European folk tale, m'man, and like most folk tales shit gets gruesome quick,y'know?"
Adam nods stupidly, watching Dave remove the cuffs that binded Rauls wrists.
"Story goes that if you sever the right hand of a murderer, or a thief, or in this piece of shits case" Carlos cocks his head up at Raul "both, and if you cut that sonuvabitchs hand off while hes still dangling up in the air it can be used as charm."
"Charm?" Adam says watching Dave slap Raul's right hand on the ladders top holding the knive in the other hand. 'Oh-my-fahking-god-man' he thinks.
"Yeah charm. Magick. Talismans. Bedknobs & Broomsticks that kinda shit. But the hands only the first part. Next you gotta get you some candles, not just any old candle, shits gotta be made from a murderers fat, right. And you take 'em and fit 'em right between the fingers on the hand. Light 'em up and ..." Carlos snaps his fingers "Your invisible".
He stops here and turns his head up to Dave.
Dave is sawing at Rauls wrist using the top of the ladder as a table. Dave looks relaxed. He could be a carpenter working on a 4x4 with that look. Zen & the art of butchery. Blood is spraying all over the dance floor. Tyrone is giggling up in the booth, Tyrone is one crazy mother fucker after all and no one else in the room has any doubts he'll be flogging his log later tonight at the memory of Raul's dead mans jig. Adam's head is spinning, going light. The blood has drained from his head. A wave of delicious black sweeps over him. Carlos steadys him and leads him to the bar. He has Adam pull up a stool and Carlos moves behind the counter and selects a decent bourbon from the cabinet.
"Do a shot"
Adam shakes his head.
"I wasn't asking"
Adam nods. Carlos pours two. They shoot them down. Carlos repeats the process.
"Now where was I?"
"Invisible!"
"Heh-heh, right but your in too much shock to ask the obvious question"
"Does it work?" Adam says watching Dave climb back down the steps of the ladder in the mirror. Raul is oscilating on the rope, Adam looks back at Carlos who is smiling.
"Now sometimes you can just dip the hand in wax" Carlos was going on, he was a university professor giving an informal lecture to his students, "works just as well and that's..."
"Does it work?" Adam repeats.
Carlos smiles. Pours Adam another shot. Adam ignores the shot and lifts the bottle and takes a good long swig, until he's coughing and holding back the vomit reflex.
"Y'see Adam. That's what your gonna find out"
Dave & Tyrone are laughing now. Dave wrapping the hand up in a towel, Tyrone is walking around dousing the place in gasoline.
"Wh-what?" Adam shakes his head to try and clear the last sentence from his ears.
"Oh yeah, I got a little job for you m'man."
"FUCK YOU"
"Cigarette?"
"FUCK YOU"
"Fair enough" Carlos nods to Dave. Dave kicks the small wooden ladder out from under Raul's feet. Raul drops a foot and jerks to a sudden stop. He looks like he's treading water in mid air. Adam turns away, but Carlos grabs him by the shoulder: "You need to see this".
"C'mon Carlos he's jes a kid"
"He needs to see this" Carlos snaps at Dave and shoots a look over up at the DJ booth and gives another small nod to Tyrone. The room goes dark and is then suddenly illuminated by a series of multicolored search lights tracking along the dance floor from the ceiling. Raul is floating there kicking and wiggling like a worm on a hook in the middle of all this. The fall wasn't long enough to snap his neck so he's asphyxiating. Slow. A flare off the strobe lights turns Raul into a series of framed snapshots. Adam wants to close his eyes but he can't. Carlos is chanting in some language he can't understand. Adam catches fragments of Latin but that's about it. With trembling hands he removes a cigarette. Now theres music everywhere. 'Zoo Music Girl' by The Birthday Party. A growling Nick Cave reverbetates through the air. There's a strange smell in the air, an orgasm spilled on a fresh cut lawn. Adam feels a tingle in the air, and Raul is still up in the air dancing, the rope twists a bit and he spins once, a catwalk pivot. When he spins back his face is engorged, eyes bulging wide like the Tibetan Demon tattooed on Dave's neck. The music fades down slowly, prematurely. Carlos is done chanting and is standing there with his arms folded into an 'X' over his chest. He claps his hands three times. The lights come back on.
"Now the tricky part" Carlos says shooting Adam a conspiratorial wink. Dave steps over and opens a gray gym bag. He removes a knive.
"Do you know what the 'Hand of Glory' is Adam?"
Adam shakes his head no, both he and Raul are locked in a mutual stare down. Dave remounts the ladder and climbs up slowly on the wabbling ladder.
"The 'Hand' is an old European folk tale, m'man, and like most folk tales shit gets gruesome quick,y'know?"
Adam nods stupidly, watching Dave remove the cuffs that binded Rauls wrists.
"Story goes that if you sever the right hand of a murderer, or a thief, or in this piece of shits case" Carlos cocks his head up at Raul "both, and if you cut that sonuvabitchs hand off while hes still dangling up in the air it can be used as charm."
"Charm?" Adam says watching Dave slap Raul's right hand on the ladders top holding the knive in the other hand. 'Oh-my-fahking-god-man' he thinks.
"Yeah charm. Magick. Talismans. Bedknobs & Broomsticks that kinda shit. But the hands only the first part. Next you gotta get you some candles, not just any old candle, shits gotta be made from a murderers fat, right. And you take 'em and fit 'em right between the fingers on the hand. Light 'em up and ..." Carlos snaps his fingers "Your invisible".
He stops here and turns his head up to Dave.
Dave is sawing at Rauls wrist using the top of the ladder as a table. Dave looks relaxed. He could be a carpenter working on a 4x4 with that look. Zen & the art of butchery. Blood is spraying all over the dance floor. Tyrone is giggling up in the booth, Tyrone is one crazy mother fucker after all and no one else in the room has any doubts he'll be flogging his log later tonight at the memory of Raul's dead mans jig. Adam's head is spinning, going light. The blood has drained from his head. A wave of delicious black sweeps over him. Carlos steadys him and leads him to the bar. He has Adam pull up a stool and Carlos moves behind the counter and selects a decent bourbon from the cabinet.
"Do a shot"
Adam shakes his head.
"I wasn't asking"
Adam nods. Carlos pours two. They shoot them down. Carlos repeats the process.
"Now where was I?"
"Invisible!"
"Heh-heh, right but your in too much shock to ask the obvious question"
"Does it work?" Adam says watching Dave climb back down the steps of the ladder in the mirror. Raul is oscilating on the rope, Adam looks back at Carlos who is smiling.
"Now sometimes you can just dip the hand in wax" Carlos was going on, he was a university professor giving an informal lecture to his students, "works just as well and that's..."
"Does it work?" Adam repeats.
Carlos smiles. Pours Adam another shot. Adam ignores the shot and lifts the bottle and takes a good long swig, until he's coughing and holding back the vomit reflex.
"Y'see Adam. That's what your gonna find out"
Dave & Tyrone are laughing now. Dave wrapping the hand up in a towel, Tyrone is walking around dousing the place in gasoline.
"Wh-what?" Adam shakes his head to try and clear the last sentence from his ears.
"Oh yeah, I got a little job for you m'man."
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"FUCK YOU" ;p
on 2005-07-28 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-07-28 08:18 pm (UTC)very "cities of the red night" but in a coherent way.
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on 2005-07-29 03:38 pm (UTC)The 'Western Lands' trilogy was what got me into Burroughs.
I just made the story up as I went along. I found the 'hand' doing some research and did'nt think it would fit in what I was doing so I just gave it to 'Adam' so to speak.
Sadly Adam's world has become my occult attic so to speak. I feel like my Grandma when she keeps giving me very heartfelt but useless knick knacks at Christmas:Key chains,cheap cologne & blank VHS tapes. Adam must wonder what to do with all these Grafitti grimoires, severed hands & Qlippoth tarot decks.
Any hoo thanks for the feedback, I might try and flesh out this little side adventure of his.
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on 2005-07-28 10:03 pm (UTC)