I go out on Thursday night and I come home on Monday morning...

[jack_babalon]

And so the Magpie's Long Goodbye ends not in maudlin vows nor somber oaths but rather an uproarious Temporary Autonomous Zone, an accidental coven, a murder of whirlwinds. Tonight was filled with much whiskey, laughter, wearing of strange hats, half naked ladies, wild bouts of dancing, tarot cards, smoke, and song. Amongst the 'armies of the night' I burned briefly with a soul of white fire... and all the Monday mornings in this world of sorrows can never douse its memory.