magic jacks

Protective spells that people who love Jack Zimmermann placed in his new appartment

There’s a painting by Lardo hanging on the living room wall. Doesn’t look like anything specific but she mixed magic in the colors. Jack still hasn’t quite figured what it’s supposed to do yet, but he trusts Lardo.

Everything Bitty does to the kitchen. Put love and protection into kitchen, put it into food, your hockey player will eat them and bring it with him all day long. If your hockey player can’t eat your food, write him post-its. Bitty is efficient and will cover all angles. He “forgets” clothes and flash cards so he can leave a bit of his protection in that apartment.

Alicia gave him his baby pictures. They’re awkward but the magic is strong. She also helped chose the painting of the walls, and it’s the same kind they had in his first house, so it does feel a bit like home.

Bad Bob is not subtle. He gave him the pool table. It’s a strong protection spell, it radiates calm and serenity and kinda helps with Jack’s anxiety, but man it takes a lot of space.

Shitty is even LESS subtle. He gave him a huge potted cactus. Jack is not sure it has any powers. Jack is not sure Shitty even HAS powers.

Ransom is efficient, he gave Jack a first aid kit as a housewarming gift. It’s laced with instinctive knowledge of what to use and how, and a layer of calm in emergency situations. Holster gave him a boxed season of Breaking Bad. No magic.

Poe junkie

The cold of London is forgotten in the glow of a lighter,
It is all you do to kill the grey,
Numb at the tips and you flick it right up,
And a dead man they say,
as you get High another day,
Just a drag to a smile, its chocolate.

Just a dab you use it,
Get high to get calm,
Paranoia but you do it,
Sweet lies its all like chocolate

You and your friends call it chocolate,
The lyrics of the song called it fate,
Roll up and strum the strings, chocolate to forget,
Dead inside and sad soaked futile hate,
You bite her lips, taste like wine and chocolate,
You call it chocolate, just a lie; you dead?

Your lungs they take it in like a friend,
Your heart breaks again, remember why you like it?
She broke your heart so you broke your head,
Bent with drags of chocolate, loved her but she didn’t know,
Bite your lips, light it up and inhale your fate

Inspired by the 1975 chocolate and my own addiction and self destruction