We talked about how we push away everyone who loves us while listening to Psyclon Nine.
We pulled back the particle board that covered the window of an abandoned mansion and went inside. We climbed the stairs to the top floor, where we stood before a glass wall overlooking the bay.
We lit candles and read from the Book of Shadows.
We then left the house and sat out on the beach.
It was 39 degrees F (3.8C) and raining.
We started the ritual, calling the tides and the power of Isis.
There were pretzels too.
Then we went swimming
in the icy waters.
A wave engulfed me,
turning my body numb,
pulling the breath from my lungs,
and sending my head spinning.
Completely numb, covered in mud and sea water, we stumbled into a diner. We looked like a pair of cocaine addicts as we shivered, half dressed at the booth. We ordered soup and tea, and felt
warmer.
smile.
At 3:30am, we decided it was time to drive home.
The night gas-man danced around the station singing Celine Dion.
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