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May 13th, 2010 (03:05 am)
current song: Waitin' For A Superman (WXPN Version) - The Flaming Lips

I usually leave when I drive up to Waxahachie on my Sunday after work...
on Tuesday evening.

I stayed.
I stayed the night, left after coffee late that next morning.
Drove 175 miles to work.

The day was dead. Didn't clear 40 bucks folding-cash on leaving at 9 PM.
Maybe the credit card tabs will save me tomorrow? I had five still open.

I went to the SIDE BAR.

A guy in a black shirt with white text that said: NO I WON'T FIX YOUR COMPUTER
sat down, with a fag--I was sitting alone too. I looked the whole place over and.....
NO body I knew.

I tugged on my almost free Guinness and walked over.......

HEY

I hate sitting alone to smoke, I thought I'd know someone out here.........
I like your shirt.


Smiled.

We talked for an hour.

HIs Pop, my Pop, the car that flipped on a Dallas freeway......his Pop walked away.
All the things you need to say to a man....like your Father.
When the question comes.

No one is ready.

I talked about the man I watched be buried.
My love, HIS Father.

We talked at length of FAMILY.

How men with jobs like our own Father's
could take so much from a family, they nearly lose them.

But still they stood.

Rick and Charles and Ginger.........
Our Parents never left each other.

He has six years under his belt, this Rick I met.
He's shooting for what his parents have.

I hugged him and wandered down the path of that ilk of 6th...

There was a Tarot man.

There is never a reader on the Street.

The candle staid lit, the wind was hard.
I handed him six dollars for the five he asked for.

I sat down.
He read my cards, they were tiny bent cards.
Not a deck I knew.

I was read.

I watched the candle go out, as he read.
The wind........

All the cards were down.

He told me my Story,
did not look up
for my face.

He didn't look to see if he was right.

I knew the layout.
I knew the pattern.

I was shocked.

strange, all the cards are positive.
he said.


I handed him another five.

Comments

Posted by: Gregory Parks (tokenpants)
Posted at: May 13th, 2010 09:12 am (UTC)
drinkme

This seems to be a story of crossing threads in different weavings. Tapestries really aren't two dimensional: they are four.

I don't know tarot, but I have small experience with the unexplained, and how odd is must have been for your reading to come up as it did.

Stories continue to unfold.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: May 13th, 2010 05:35 pm (UTC)
Scorpion Nature

It was all about WORK and LOVE, money stuff and relationships... weird.

He read and read, I didn't nod or flinch or anything.
I do love the cards.

It spoke of my Father, of Casino's, of Charles.

I know, I know, but I believe in magic.
I always have.

I've never thought the cards to read the future...
only the now. Maybe the way folks with a shrink feel
about THEIR readings?

The Power and Magic...of Story.

It can heal and confirm when needed.

Posted by: Heresiarch (radixx)
Posted at: May 13th, 2010 11:39 am (UTC)

I have the that t-shirt

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: May 13th, 2010 05:25 pm (UTC)
Bubble of Serenity

That's why I knew he was cool. ^__^

Posted by: Our Lady of Perpetual Meanderings (twistedcat)
Posted at: May 13th, 2010 06:26 pm (UTC)
woowoo

I like doing Internet readings, because people's reactions don't color my read. But I do like to get feedback afterwards...

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: May 13th, 2010 07:44 pm (UTC)

*hugs you*

I rarely let anyone read for me...


I like the wind and the odd little man with his tiny bent cards.

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