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Captivating Tarot

 Got my copy of Captivating Tarot today. They far exceed my expectatations and are printed in America. Look around, everything, including US Games, are printed in China. As a teacher and simpleton I developed these cards seventeen years ago so anybody might be able to read them. Aunt Fawnie taught me to read playing cards when I was nine. We saw my cousin, who she had raised, was going to jail. Same cousin, who I still adore, stopped talking to me years later for not reading his cards which I knew would be bad. The Banshee cried when he died. I don't care if Mummy always said I was full of myself. I've got umpteen Tarot decks, and these are my favorite. Be sure to pick up instructions and symbolism at a  discount if you are a novice. 

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Fleetwood Mac DVD Tusk Tour Documentary

Dreams 3/21

 Dreamt that Theresa and I were staying at a cottage in the country at the end of a dirt road. Stevie Nicks was there giving an intimate concert from the front porch. I was singing with her, and totally butchered the first song, not knowing the words. I rocked Gold Dust Woman. Theresa had to leave early as she had another engagement. 

Donatella's Fashion Show featuring Stevie Nicks

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Stevie Nicks in Red Hot

 Donatella's collection is finally complete, and Stevie is rocking Red Hot. Stay tuned for the fashion show at Marie's Chateau and your chance to grab the entire collection and Stevie for yourself. 

Toy Hacks

 

Decided to wax poetic concerning something we all know:

I hate toy hacks!

They've got to go. 

Mattel, made in China, 

you might play with yourself, too.

Not supporting garbage!

BOO!

Waited, on hold for Elvira,

hours and hours,

to be told she'd sold-out in minutes.

Imagine my ire. 

Jack and Sally?

Did not have to wait long

to see

they were already gone. 

Then, there was Stevie, 

I'd marked the day!

Could hardly wait 

to play. 

But, not, 

sold-out

before I even could pay

the fifty-five bucks,

but now she's selling on Ebay

for more than two good fucks. 

I HEX the toy hacks! 

You should, too. 

To Hell with them!

I'm not even a Jew. 

Stevie Nicks Art Doll & Drawing

                                                               Stevie Nicks
 

Dreams 8/24

 Really dreadful nightmare last night, was sitting alongside a pink porcelain bathtub full of Betta fish, all colors. Mummy was in the next room. I was talking to her when I glanced down and realized all the water had drained from the tub. I freaked out and acted terribly stupid, scooping up all the fish with my hands and dropping them into plastic bags while I ran around looking for pitchers, bowls, and glasses to put them in, temporarily. The problem was I was trying to treat and purify the water with two different potions from two plastic bottles, and I was not moving fast enough. One went into my great-grandmother's crystal pitcher, a white one, here, a red one, there. A red and black one with a really fancy tail jumped from a bag and lost his fins. This was how it was going for a long while until I gave up and woke myself. 

Dreams 12/22

As usual with the snow came many dreams. First, I did not record last night's dream as it was filthy, so I will mention a condensed, washed, version. It involved prostitutes, porn, and dirty old men. There was a dark haired woman who stood out. Everybody had their bodies painted, and I do not think they were tattoos, rather, body paint like you'd see at a carnival, and in fact, the entire dream had a carnival feel to it. People were copulating on dirty shelves, which were something like bleachers, only more like a pigeon coop. 

So, on to tonight's dream, which was a lot better. I was in a big old house in New Orleans. The big fat woman who owned it was giving me a tour and took a liking to me. The place was full of antiques. We'd gotten to talking, and she invited me to stay. I was having dinner with two other women. One of them was to be my roommate. She'd handed both the other lady and me joints tied with a burlap string. I ordered red wine. We were talking about Gettysburg and how the big lady that owned the place would come to stay there in trade, like a swap. We were discussing trading in general: antiques. When I got back to my room I called my sweetheart, and he had planned to come join us with his friend, Mike.