Friday, 12 December 2008

What a total Konte

I found this card on the windscreen of my car one day and have kept it on me ever since, for no apparent reason.



Is it the karmic implication of throwing away a card from a man who can tell me what my problems are without me even telling him?

Is it the fact that my problems may involve black magic or voodoo, and I didn't even know that I could ever be affected by anything so exotic as black magic or voodoo?

Is it the lingering suspicion that maybe I DO in fact have unknown diseases, and that only this man will be able to tell me?

Nope. It's because I like mispronouncing his name.

The great big Konte.

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