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Hermes - : Terre. in It, A Suited Man Is Visited by The Devil and Agrees
Hermes - : Terre. in It, A Suited Man Is Visited by The Devil and Agrees
troupes grimmer jokes fly over the heads of the kids, but
in a lighthearted scene when the entire crowd laughs, the
suited man circles the devil around on the latters throne
of weeds and bones, the former jumping up and down and
yelping and trying not to touch the lake of fire. They play
rock, paper, scissors, stone or bomb. Circling each other,
they play chess and cards with a lightning-snap verbiage.
But the suited man manages to bash the devils horned
brains out with a club in four clean right anglessmashes
his nose to Egypt too, for good measure.
Slipping through a smoking fissure and coming out
chilled upon a mountain peak encinctured by uninhabited
lights, perhaps the suited man can even see the awakened
window of his old home. He tugs apart the strings that
steady and suspend him and, surprising the whole
audience into another rapture of applause, is still able to
walk on his own. The rushlights begin to burn out. The
suited man intones another workingmans soliloquy,
pondering a little before a prolonged wind, generated by
an old leathery fan and a mans blowing cheeks, erodes his
body away as soot and powder and stars and dust.
It is perfect dark. Three seconds. A little spark
circles around and disintegrates over the cobblestone in a
hot silver noise. For a moment, you can feel its fire warm
see
that
piece-of-shit-with-an-apron
shopkeeper anywhere.
Alright, just as we planned it, guys.
What do you mean? We never plan anythin.
The boys wanna throw rocks, but instead I pick the
lock quick and meanwhile, me and Albert whistle tunes
and kick at little obscure pebbles swinging, keeping watch
in the sleepy amber boulevard with its breathed clouds