Cranky Large Medium reading, 18 July

Go away.

Why are you still here? Why won't you go? Why do you torment me so? Why is the sky blue, the grass green? Is there something I can do to make these questions go away? Oh, right, I can give you a reading, and all will become right with the world, and then you will leave. Isn't that so? Goody gum drops. Here you go:

You are, like a cat, obsessively fastidious. In fact, you are quite the dandy, a complete fop. You do study art and fashion as though your life depended upon that. It probably does. Your temper is quick. That's about the only part of your mind which is.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. But that doesn't matter. At least by the end of this sentence your little temper tantrum will be over, and you'll be able to look at the bright side of things, as in, you're alive. That beats what these people have, as, on this date in history, they all checked their matter at the door: John Paul Jones, Robert Gould Shaw, Benito Juárez, William Westmoreland, Kenji Miyamoto, Ferdinand von Hochstetter, Karl Menninger, Eugene Merle Shoemaker, Victor Emery, Muhammad bin Qasim, Godfrey of Bouillon, Johann Heinrich Heidegger, Jane Austen, Horatio Alger, Jr., Benjamin C. Truman, Julian Bell, Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, Antoine Watteau, Vítězslav Novák, Jerry Hadley, Jack Earle, Jack Hawkins, Rebecca Schaeffer, Donnie Moore, Bill Hicke, Machine Gun Kelly, Mary Jo Kopechne,

and Bobby Fuller.

I fought gravity. Gravity won. Good night.
Happy birthday, anyway.