...ran into one on the city steps, way up high, on the way home. The root of superstition was about six flights up, wallowing amiably on a narrow, weed choked landing, up reinforced concrete structure following the rollicking hill side. I'm in the mystical communications business, and would be an ass to pass up the snake for some type of omen or portent, especially since it's ass was on a stair case. Good mix of snake, and snaking long city steps up the arduous yet amusing hillside. I'ts like Wild Kingdom and National Geographic, in the open air. There is the principle of ascendancy, which is big balls to an astrologer. Or sooth sayer. Or mystic. I'm also brucereisner.com, and can take payment for goods and services using a pay pal button. Reasonable rates on tarot readings, hypnosis and divination of all sorts.
It's otherworldly Friday the thirteenth, with numinous snake on steep city steps. I'm miking it.
It's otherworldly Friday the thirteenth, with numinous snake on steep city steps. I'm miking it.
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