ACKSON IS RESEARCHING PLYWOOD AT HIS LIBRARY drone desk for mild diversion, an obsession with problematic lamination of abstract cores. He is distracted by the parade of toddlers as princesses and pirates in the arms of women and the occasional man. All passing his Adult Reference station for the noontime preschool lap-sit holiday story time in the Children’s Department.
One babe in arms is mummy wrapped in white gauze. Yesterday Jackson’s subject search focus was duct tape, pressure sensitive in his mind to lift the warts off the derma of a gone world. The next kid wobbles by in red pajamas with the inscription, I’m a Little Devil. There appears to be no adult supervision but then a woman rushes over looking vaguely like Lady Gaga.
Suddenly a tatted-up budding girl snakes up to Jackson with a rivulet of blood coursing down from a forehead projectile. On closer inspection she has an open safety pin pushed in the skull ridge...
Suddenly a tatted-up budding girl snakes up to Jackson with a rivulet of blood coursing down from a forehead projectile. On closer inspection she has an open safety pin pushed in the skull ridge, centered above her eyes and red striping down her nose, lips, chin, and then down to a spreading bulls-eye on her t-shirt bust. Jackson inspects the near perfectly tit centered bulls eye and speculates a process was likely tested in the restroom mirror to max the freak factor effect.
DO YOU HAVE BOOKS ON WITCHCRAFT?
YES. I DO. FOLLOW ME.
Pin Girl with Bulls Eye over Breasts bird-dogs Jackson on his heels as he hops on down the Dewey trail to top shelf 299.94, and she begins howling.
Then Pin Girl hops up on a step stool on casters, surfing up to the top shelf, teetering, fingering out spine tops, and extracting her prize wide eyed.
WHAT’S NEO PAGANISM? OH MY GOD! YES! YES! THIS IS WHAT I NEED!