Thursday, December 22, 2005

He was surprised by the fortune cookie.

He tossed two of them in the garbage – If he believed in fortunes, they weren’t on slips of paper with lucky numbers on them that never hit. But the cookie, unnerved by the disposal of it’s brothers, sat there and waitied.

And it seemed truly that fate must have intervened on behalf of this fortune cookie and it’s message, for all the garbage around the desk was cleaned up and yet three days later, the cookie suddenly appeared with it's fortunes inside.

So away with the plastic wrapper – away with the mysteries and cloak of the sugary crust - open up and spill the words/lucky numbers that will guide my steps..

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Cookie was empty – no fortune in it.

Stupid fucking cookie.

RB

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