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EDIT: the following is addressed to "Hali", not to ratboy, who wrote the post above this one.
I'm inclined to make fun of your gibberish, but you know what? I get you. I did the i ching and the runes for awhile, because prozac was expensive or unavailable and my only provisions were meditation and short draughts of vodka once a week or less. A bad time. In times like these you go to the oracle, and when you go to the oracle, with sincerity and desperation both, the oracle will tell you the truth.
And while I know the truth, I can't tell it or see it again. It's more slippery than trout, more transient than youth, bigger than a bread box, beautiful as a young girl's tit...you've heard the drill.
I had it. I lost it...
Hali said:Fatalist Palmistry...
i have spent many nights sitting in front of candles organized by color placed in certain directions, black for purity and red for love, lit up and slowly healing my faults.. 12, 13 years old, sitting in my backyard in the early hours of the morning when the full moon is still visible, getting in touch with the world by storybook means... holding friends dry, or oily, or hands and tracing them with a finger. shortened to "faepalm"
Maranda Elizabeth said:Haha, awesome! I've only had, like, one or two people in all these years ask me if it had anything to do with T.Rex!
Same goes with Culture Slut, it's very rare that people catch the reference.