Thursday, August 19
A Man Of More Than A Few Words
Ladies, prepare yourselves for the image of Thesaurus. I shall lay out some lovely old quilts to break your falls; otherwise you'd faint with an audible "thud!"
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The occult arts were never my forte' but something about the accidental nature of your life-line getting lengthened does give one pause. I do believe it opens up a tea-caddy of rather philosophically wiggly worms.
If by fate or blind chance and no intent of your own your life line becomes longer, well and good. But if by intention you try do so, you have both inaction and action succeeding at the same result. This cannot be, as they would tend to cancel each other out. In fact, duality demands they work in opposite, not in tandem.
The short version? I wouldn't mess with the surgical option. After all, the whole premise of palmistry may be complete and utter rot; far better to live and love much as you always have.
Saddly, my skyclad shuttlecock days are behind me; were I to rush the net for a kill shot, I should probably end up gillnetting myself like a giant pink carp.
*brews nikola some valerian tea* here, honey...this will take the edge off. we'll put our heads together and see if we can't get you out of this mess. get your rolodex out; surely there's someone on there we can bri..., erm, blackma...erm...coax, yes, coax! into helping you. and if not, i'll make sure it is on the agenda for next tuesday's lec&ts. remember the *ts* portion of our ladies club.
*pets* tits up gf....this is but a blip on the radar screen of life.
snuggs
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