2003-02-21 || 4:46 p.m. || tarot tarot || the tarot reader outside my window is shuffling his deck over and over and it is making the best sounds. i can't hear much from down there except for his cards and his esses. ssssix of cupsssss or whatever. and i can smell his cigarette smoke. and this isn't because of proximity but i am pretty sure i know exactly what his linen suit coat (he's a very fancy tarot reader) smells like: cigarette smoke upon cigarette smoke and kitchen smells and something mysterious, like pencil shavings. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |