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Glycon: The Serpent and the Sword - Tales of Midnight, October 1999

Magickal symbolism and the ravings of he alcoholic are, in their most advanced stages, pretty much similar.  Snake everywhere.  The snake-line refugees, a viscous human seepage, trigkling, bleeding from punctured borders, from the wounded flanks of Kosovo.  The world’s-end conga lines, the ribbons of those life-smashed, crumpled eyes.  Above, unravelling from rocket-scars in gut-punched hillsides, sinuous black anaconda scrawls of smoke, of wind-borne carbons, mortal residues.  Snakes even at the conflict’s figurative heart, there in the rattle, hiss and spit of the ancestral venoms, of the rearing, bare-fanged centuries: don’t step on me.

Alan Moore
Northampton
August, 1999.

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this made me laugh, not sure why.

 one word ‘Dexter’!!!

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