aphorisibles from the nudist colony
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When Abraxas reached the bottom Of his abyss, he lit up his candle, Reached into his pocket, took out His 9mm Rotring Pen and wrote in His notebook:
“This sentence is all I am.”
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“What wisdom can I learn from you Tonight my dear?”,
Abraxas asked His barmaid.
Laconically she replied, “Tips make it all worthwhile.”
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There has to be excitement; one of the Customers quipped. A white lady whose mind had been opened on A trip to Budapest.
“I can’t tell you the effect of seeing White street sweepers had on me. I realized how controlled by the official Media I’d been.”
Abraxas listens.
Abraxas broods.
Abraxas crawls to conclusions.
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“Have a Sambuca”, the Devil smiled wryly, Zipping up his fly.
“Never again!”, Simone the Blind Rose Seller Got up off her knees and spat out his Thorns.
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Abraxas plays chess with the Devil. Wins. They play again. Wins again. Stakes are high. Best of five: Winner gets to keep the loser’s soul. Third game goes to the Devil. Fourth too. Devil looks ‘Braxie in The Eye. ‘Braxie is back; plays the Rubbish defence. Long, slow, Arduous game. Afterwards Abraxas Has to buy a soul-hanger and a Cupboard to hang it in.
Devil, De-souled, joins the Health and Raquet Club. Loses some weight.
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It is never when eyes are looking at you that you can find them beautiful or ugly, that you can remark on their colour. Abraxas’ look hides his eyes, he seems to go in front of them.
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