Do you believe...?

I had some odd experiences recently. Two of which involved the library and my space.
I was at the library, this time to look for cds. I picked up the soundtrack for Hedwig and the Angry Inch and thought about it really hard but put it back.
I went to the computer to look up Eric Satie and someone appeared in my peripheral vision. It was Simon, saying hi who I am apparently going to run into a lot now that I made a point of introducing myself and am frequently around the library as well.
I’m walking home and suddenly someone is saying ahem at my right shoulder, it’s D.O. Surprise! So we hang out for a few, go to the coop, get some food for me and beverage for him etc. etc. he wanders off to temple and I wander home.

So I’m at home checking my usual round of bookmarks and I think “oh let me check those two folk that I just ran into on their myspace”. D.O. has changed his player again, and now has ”Wicked Little Town” from Hedwig. Simon has Eric Satie listed on the top of his favourites which I never noticed before. Hmmm.
OK probably just a weird coinkidink.

Then yesterday while returning from dropping off Uncle Bunny after we had left the BBQ at Nitro and Eva Destruction’s I had to call the police twice from the car. A guy was laid out under the RR bridge on Huron and then some stupid, dip shit, cunt threw a rock and hit our windshield on Miller.

It’s not that ordinary magic doesn’t go on constantly under our radar because it does. But one of the only good things about anarchy, in my view, is that it does loosen the restrictive orderliness that keeps magic on the down low.

Like when the grid went down a couple summers ago. I was sitting out on my porch every night until 4 or 5 in the morning with a giant ax just keeping an eye on things. You would not believe some of the stuff I saw once the net of electricity was completely gone and all kinds off things that are normally held down by it could rise up and act naturally. My neighbors garden was a singular hot spot for the middle of a city.