One in Twenty-two

I haven't been myself lately, I've been having these strange bouts of happy. Someone said it had to do with my 'Venus moon rise' or some shit. I don't buy it. I do know that Saturn is rising with the moon right now...or maybe it's over and I've already missed it...but how can a planet next to a moon make me mister happy dude? In that same vein of thought, one might extract the exact moment to buy a lottery ticket: say, for instance, the night Jupiter aligns with Mars then be mister REALLY happy dude. What about the tarots? Runes? Exactly...farce!
So I've made up my own fortune telling device...my own tarot cards.
This one indicates that you are full of suck and beneath the bellies of fish. Stay in the mud. Continue to shame your mother; soon, spring will come and you can ooze out into the world once more, squishing out loud as you squirm free of your mucuous membranes and phlegm hole.

The coveted eel card.

Mexican 101

Today, at a Mexican funeral, some observations:
1. ALL the old men stand (or sit) at the back of the funeral hall.
2. Children are allowed to play and run about even as the catholic priest is talking.
3. the service is indeed in spanish and VERY catholic...stand up. sit down. stand up
sit down. opah...I deen say simon say!
4. the funeral director looked VERY annoyed and unpaid.
5. the family did not pay for a police escort to the cemetary, yet somehow, there
WAS one.
6. my cousins date whores.