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CHAPTER 2A THE CRYSTAL BALL The sweat on Szgabu's brow became cool then cold when the Cadillac slid to a halt in a muddy clearing ringed with naked trees. Confusion gripped him as he wondered what to do next. The door opened and he slopped into the clearing. If nothing else bad happened he was... Sign in to see full entry.

CHAPTER 1F 'The girl is really bad dude, why don't you and me toot and talk for a time?' 'Dig stud,' said Szgabu, 'I'll rap to you later. You see, I'm with some blood from New York and we got to book in time fo they flight to Hawaii.' Szgabu gave up the money and departed swiftly. The limousine... Sign in to see full entry.

CHAPTER 1D The thoughts told Szgabu he needn't worry over his debts. They were driving to the oddsmaker at 35th and Giles where Mr. Host advanced the sum from Szgabu's first weekly commission. The Cadillac crept silently to a halt at the bricked-in store front on Giles. The payment materialised from... Sign in to see full entry.

CHAPTER 1E Szgabu sipped humbly as Mr. Host continued, 'Now back up a little bit, baby brother. Now I aint mincing words. We's impotant businessmen and me and my partners got a litta illegal involvement goin on. No other way to get the job done. We need a small, unknowing brother that's righteous... Sign in to see full entry.

Crystal dreams blot gold Into the horizon And smiling flashes of Incense laughing with The crown of the moon Scared the purple numbers till they Fade under the Scream of strangled Morning glories and The universe is spilt smoke Into the eye of Heavens' mellowed Cakes of perfume Melt in a trance Then... Sign in to see full entry.

CHAPTER 1C 'So dig-the chick takes him to the back room of that funky-tail storefront that she calls her chapel. Skulls, chains, swords, charms, and all that junk hangin on the walls-statues of Egyptian gods. So anyway, this gal walked on her knees up to the altar...' The richly appointed Cadillac... Sign in to see full entry.

CHAPTER 1B 'Aint nuthin man, hard times and poverty and bad debts. Aint much hustle left in the street, man. Whatever the street do give up to a dude is likely to get ripped-off anyhow.' 'Yeh, dig dat, man. But you know I been thinkin bout yo problem, and the way it runs down to me is that you just... Sign in to see full entry.

CHAPTER 1A INTRODUCING MR. HOST In the near future there lived in Chicago an impoverished schemer and hustler named Bashdul Szigabu who had once embraced the teachings of the Black Muslims. His success with the tasks he shouldered assured his eventual rise to the inner most secrets of the cult's... Sign in to see full entry.