Well, I have had many of these experiences, but just the other day I was in my local grocery store picking up a few things for dinner when I decided to stop at the comic aisle and see what was there. You see, Miranda is getting really interested in pursuing a career as a tattoo artist and I thought maybe she could check out some comic books for creative inspiration. And there under a pile of assorted tales superheroes that you could file in the "wow that's great that you've got the ability to dress in tights and a funny hat and go in public but I've never heard of you, man" category, is a comic with the album title that I've been considering scrolled across the cover.
You might think that I'm a little superstitious for thinking that this means something, but hey, I would agree with you on that. The thing is, Tarot cards have a tendency to be correct in my life. So do horoscopes and signs and wonders. When I am not sure which way to go, I surrender myself to the whims of the universe, and see where it will take me. The universe is moving, so if you stand still for a while, you will have moved further than you could've on your own sometimes. You dig?
But don't let me be misunderstood here, it's not that I necessarily think that all of this mysticism is the guiding force behind things working out in my life. I think that by allowing my mind to envision the Utopian future that a horoscope and a Tarot card can present, I doom it to fulfilling that future. By wanting the good to occur so much, I don't allow it to end up any other way. Then again, it could be that I'm just not letting myself truly see a negative outcome for what it is. Either way, I'd say i end up with the long end of the stick, and I'd like to point out that THAT is heavy.
Lates,
M. Chase
