The sudden realization that astrology was invented as a practical joke by Babylonian camel-drivers waiting to pass through customs at Nag-Hamadi sends you into a psychic tailspin. You have a long, dark night of the soul. In the evening, you begin your quest for the perfect martini.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
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