mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli
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i keep seeing men with escorts. "escorts."

there is this weird mantra in vegas. everyone says "good luck" instead of "sorry" or "excuse me" or "goodbye" (all those broken words we've grown familiar with). good luck? i just don't get the weird burning heart of the gambler. i've taken to skulking around the roulette tables, apropriating free (well) drinks. by well, i imply a deep, dank shaft streaching into the earth, a clattering bucket (or pail). by pale, i mean like the colour of a ghost, shimmering above the hotel bed, tormented. everyone here in vegas wriggling, like a pail filled with tadpoles. a writhing, indistinct mass, like horseflies clinging to the genitals of a woman, crucified.
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