Wednesday Service

I used to collect vintage hardback books and rip out the inside pages, with the intention of writing my own stories and binding them on the inside. My favorite is one called Life Through the Ages, with a Paleozoic Era Rhinoceros on the cover.

One day I’ll fill it with a new story. But first, I’ve got to rip out the old pages, making space by burning them away.

Given my particular circumstances,  I don’t often have the opportunity to kill things. Or at least maim them, a wild cross check into the boards or a blinding flash grenade at least. Unless, of course, as per my duty at the Cafe it’s a fresh, young thai coconut, in which case, I behead it with a cleaver for the fresh nectar inside.

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First, let it be clear that I’m not an astrology man. Being from the city, I barely see stars in the first place. The closest I get to celestial things is ordering springrolls at Tup Tim Thai, but I’m not a spicy man, so even then it’s only … 2 stars.

But when it comes to relationships, I’ll get guidance from anything that sounds good from Rumi, to Eddie Murphy, to this person to that thing. ‘Cause if I know anything it’s that as soon as something’s handled, sewn up and squared away it always seems to fall, eventually, apart. So until Genesis invents an Early Warning Out of Integrity Detector Device and an Automatic Relationship Restoration & Recalibration Team, I’ll make good all that is wonky by any means necessary. This week, the starry vault, the heavenly wheels have been the beacon, astrology the hero.

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