the smuggler’s bible

Saint Persephone

All right, so get this. There are like six-hundred angels dancing on the head of this pin, right? And one falls off. How many are left up top doing the paradise bump and hustle?

Uh huh. Nice try, but it isn’t so simple. Listen, an angel isn’t just an angel. It’s a particle. A coordinate. Geometry.

The whole fuckin’ disco is structured like a crystal, see? One piece shimmies when it oughta shake and the party unzips. I mean it, kid. Blown to smithereens.

Anyway, the pin is creation, Satan says, sipping his wine. And that’s why everything sucks now.