Saturday, April 11, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 11 April

Go away.

Haven't you found your way off, then? Whyever not? There are several options, from the path to the highway to the fast route off the side of the mountain... and none of these suits you? Ah, you came here for something, and you won't go until I give it to you. All right, then, pucker up... What? No kiss? Then what can you want from me? I see. You want a reading. Nobody ever wants the fun stuff. You hear "medium" and it's either a steak cooked to bland perfection or some bit of something you probably could have figured out for yourself, if you'd only paid attention to all the signs. So the signs about you are fairly simple. They say this:
You are a regular chameleon, blending in with each change of your environment; you really should work on developing your own personality. But at least you are loyal to the few friends you find, and you can tolerate the sort of abuse life is likely to throw at you for you being... you. Your love is deep and you will compel others to love you. Compulsions can often be cured with the proper medication, though, so don't depend upon it lasting until your dotage.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. It's always disappointing to find out you're not some sort of deity to be worshipped. Instead, you're a normal human, with foibles and flippant guides. But, hey, you're doing better than these people, all of whom, on this date in history, went off tour permanently: Romanus III, Llywelyn the Great, Edward Canby, Ronald Speirs, Marin Getaldić, Luther Burbank, Primo Levi, Edward Wightman, Emanuel van Meteren, Erskine Caldwell, Eve Merriam, Kurt Vonnegut, Constantin Lipsius, Sandy Bull, Harry Secombe, Roscoe Lee Browne, Cathy O'Donnell, Charles A. "Kid" Nichols, Harold Ballard, Walker Cooper, Juan Santamaría, Joseph Merrick, James Anthony Bailey, Louise Peete, Merlin German,
and June Pointer.

I'm just burnin' doin the medium thing...
Happy birthday, anyway.

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