encoMium. i went to the library. and the second verse is:
siren girl, throw down your ear if you would hear a tune/
i'm damned bewitched by somewhere else, i'll be free if not immune./
if not immune.
i mean i learned about voodoo from the fucking tube baby, i don't even want to hear about how i picked that shit up slumming. i learned it in church. i learned it watching you. i got it from bewitched and mary poppins. you listen to henry thomas you don't hear no mary poppins? what you think that soot on dick's face meant?
i'm in seattle and daddy's dying in his whorehouse in centralia and re-created in the museum as part of a voodoo in the new world exhibit is a louisiana shanty porch. might as well be shawnee street in nacogdoches. there's a tree with bottles. a bottle tree. i remembered them. 'damn' i thought 'i remember them'.
in that seattle museum my brother matthew will pause at a contemporary painting of solid white and sniff at the accompanying text: 'i like to see what they say of something like this.' (in my head: 'i imagine child they say it's a motherfucking ryman. and his stock sort of high off that last retrospective.') yet matthew will remember his youthful incantation of an ominous white world lurking in tangled copses. desolate lots grown up along the houston bayous.
matthew withey a long time from texas/
lost the art and voodoo nexus
//\//\/ Koo in that room my daddy's gonna die in sixty odd years later will decide that he cannot be bothered to blow up the lawyer he has been brought to centralia to dynamite - it ain't nothing personal or principled either - it's just that he ain't interested anymore. koo decides he has to do something about Death. koo knows he needs to go down to texas to take care of that. having decided his immediate future koo springs from the bed and pulls the girl from the mirror with a hand in her newly cut hair. she squirms and protests. with his free hand he scoops hair pommade from an open can upon the dressing table and rubs it on his dick and he buggers that little whore up against the wall, in contravention of all sorts of religious and civil codes, with the result that she comes several times and has a thouroughly satisfying afternoon.
1:22:45 PM 
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