The Drawing of the Three
"For every mother who ever cursed God for her child dead in the road, for every father who ever cursed the man who sent him away from the factory with no job, for every child who was ever born to pain and asked why, this is the answer. Our lives are like these things I build. Sometimes they fall down for a reason, sometimes they fall down for no reason at all." -- Balazar
A lacy construct of jacks and duces and kings and tens and Big Akers, a red and black configuration of paper diamond standing in defiance of a world spinning through a universe of incoherent emotions and forces; a tower that seemed to ‘Cimi’s amazed eyes to be a ringing denial of all the unfair paradoxes of life. If he had known how, he would have said: I looked at what he build, and to me it explained the stars.
-- Balazar’s tower of cards
People like Henry always come back, because people like Henry did know how to use. First they changed trust into need, then they changed need into a drug, and once that was done, they -- what was Eddie's word for it?-- push. Yes. They pushed it.
Pure invention inspired either by that odd human urge to make naturally dramatic situations even more dramatic, or just race prejudice.
later, with strange galaxies turning in slow gavotte overhead, neither thought the act of love had ever been so sweet, so full.
“ I never made love with a white men before last night,” she said. “I don’t know if that’s important to you or not. I don’t even know if it’s important to me. But I thought you should now.” He considered. “Not to me,” he said. “ In the dark, I think we were both gray. I love you, Odetta.”
Control the things you can control, maggot. Let everything else take a flying fuck at you, and if you must go down, go down with your guns blazing.
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