i went to a funeral yesterday... it was nice... well as nice as a funeral... not that marsupials don't stay up late... and Koala around eucalyptis... that IS how you spell eucalyptis, right?... and at the cemetary they lowered the box... i bore pall... it was a stoic passing for this blurb pronoun... first person aside and all other variables accounted for...
people talk about random acts of kindness... free lunches... and constipated aesthetically pleasing moon-rises... until the celestial brother bleeds from his hands... go ask S. cunningham... wicca... reading your own tarot, the tower, the world, the fool, pentacles, wands... mysticism like good religion... in practice, always to be perfect, never at bat with a full count and a-name-a casey...
there is no shangri-la, the panda mountain valley... there is no mahogony jungle-gym... there is no lunar dream-base... or gone planet, with gone people, who left before we got here... only having had existed so as to be the great undiscoverable race... creed... code... cult... what ever they could be upon the superpositon of their nature...

*is This your card... (1/52nd a deck)...