Seven Demons by Aidan Truhen (best motivational books for students TXT) 📕

They’ll find the dead guy at the next station when he drops into the mail chute. He wasn’t married I guess that’s something but that doesn’t mean no one’s gonna be sad but they’ll never know what happened because he just vanished off the face of the earth. He up and decided to go backpacking in India and he got a job and now he’s settling down and he’s moved to somewhere and no one knows.

Make up whatever shit you like Charlie took care of it.

Somewhere in the yard a guy blows an actual whistle and the train starts to move. Cold metal wheels on cold metal rails.

I watch Jack Price go out of the freight yard into the world and then we go home and cross him off the HOMER board.

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Detail is important is what I’m saying. Detail is everything, which is why Banjo Telemark is seen to drive himself across the Swiss border on a Maltese passport and the vehicle he is driving is ancient and has some scratches and a bunch of tour stickers all over the rear. It is that avocado color beloved of the makers of porcelain bathroom furniture in the latter part of the twentieth century and it probably gets worse petrol mileage than an actual oil fire but it is also undeniably an original 1966 Citroën DS21. The Basel border guards get the misty look of men seeing childhood drive by slowly with some kind of a countercultural asshole at the wheel and they do not know whether to give me a hard time or salute but in the end I am so damn friendly they cannot help but smile and wave me through.

Plus also behind me there is a minibus driven by a sharp-faced woman in a business suit and she is a medical person of obvious impatience and it pleases them to make her wait a little while they show the DS some love.

Charlie went to actual Malta for this passport. She did deep Charlie things there. It is a good passport. It is a whole life. You could fall into it for hours.

Through Basel and down to Delémont where Banjo stops off to take in a canvas by the noted Gérard Bregnard. With a little help from Charlie, Banjo’s invitation to the Kircheisen Art Fair has finally caught up with him and by happy coincidence he is even in Europe. Of course he would be delighted to come. He is thrilled by Kircheisen, by its conceptual weight. He considers it to have extraordinary artistic gravity. He is dying just DYING to meet Hans Eiger and understand his unique Kunstgeist be very careful how you say that.

I am Banjo Telemark. I am an Ambiguitionist that is to say a maker and vendor of bespoke bewilderment. My atelier is the world and in my atelier nothing is solid and every truth you think you know is also a lie.

I am Banjo Telemark.

Let me show you my art.

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murder on the railway is the best Swiss tabloid headline ever. There is an outrage against the Federal peace and also too there is misuse of infrastructure and offending both of those things together is like stealing the crown jewels, which please note the Swiss do not have because that would be some feudal bullshit and they do not approve.

Although one time they stole the ducal hat of Burgundy.

Yeah ducal hat yes. Yes the Swiss and yes stole I know I know it is off-brand it is not my fault history is filled with this shit.

murder on the railway tentatively identifies the dead guy as Jacob Morgenstern Price an international hoodlum and professional murder artiste formerly a dealer in really excellent bespoke artisanal cocaine—

“Thank you Charlie—”

“One day boss we will raise the stallion up once more—”

“That sounds dirty—”

“It was dirty boss it was a dirty dirty bad pony and you could ride it all night without getting a sore crime—”

“Charlie—”

“Crime buttock—”

“I am blind now, blind in my brain parts. Silence while I read our clippings—excellent bespoke artisanal cocaine but more recently the kingpin of transcontinental death squad the Seven Demons who reputedly keeps a man in a cage on his executive jet—shit did anyone feed Sean?”

“Yes boss we have a service.”

“How do we—no do not tell me. Good fine good. Oh wait oh shit—”

Because there in the opposing column is Agent Hannah explaining how she came to lose track of the felon and she has two very purple eyes and gosh she is very pissed. She has also opened a case file on the Seven Demons and she is all over that shit. Well she is welcome to be all over that shit because our money is ghost money and when Charlie got hold of the financial software she straightaway created a boojumajizzle called a fractal self-replicating iterative shell net, which is basically a little tiny robot brain which runs around the world creating empty companies tangentially linked to one another and to unavoidably real objects like the jet but also to random crimes and natural disasters. The boojumajizzle then runs incremental amounts of money around and around the system so that it looks like a real thing and entire law enforcement agencies could waste decades untangling it because it is like a headphone cord the moment you leave it alone for ten seconds it turns into a hair ball again.

All the same it would not be good for Jack to walk into Agent Hannah at any time in the future especially given as how she seems to be not entirely persuaded of my deadness.

“Smart lady.”

Doc says: “Huh.”

“What huh?”

“That is her?”

“The agent yes that is her.”

“Attractive.”

“No?”

“Yes. Diametrically contrasting with me in physical structure and psychosocial sexual cues.”

“Had not noticed that at all gosh is she really?”

“Price, for there is no need to be coy about it, she is eminently bedable. I have said to you before I do not require you to have no sexual contact with other women