Monday, May 03, 2010

my cousin and i are driving through the desert hills, we are heading north west towards a muslum village, she slides the car over to the side and we walk into a decending set of steps into a dimly lit pizza joint. i order a couple of pizzas and make sure we get a table in the corner, the place is not packed but there are a number of other people eating quietly, sucking sodas and whispering at us, i feel safe, nothing can touch me now.
tara pulls out a deck of cards, the crowley pack, i tell her about the pack, a quick crowley download. she smiles all loving like and sprawls the deck in front of her. she's reading something into her future, i ask the chef about the cheese he is using on his pizza.he's made it himself.
we enter a dialogue, he tells me his people were enslaved by the ottoman empire taken from russia, a place call circasia, they were made to fight in the army and taken into the middle east where when the ottoman empire left retreated without the circasians. they just stayed put, still practised their muslium traditions and intergrarted into the jewish community where they now even serve in the army. weird shit huh?
anyways these guys make a mean pizza, it's a friendly place, a crowd gathers around tara as she reads for everyone, i sit back and ponder my navel.
later we call in at a friends, she is in the middle of a drama with her two boyfriends, her lovers, the same old story, both men want her to chose one, i play the soloman card and suggest she get a third, cut ties with the two, but it's to clean a solution, people like their dramas.
later i watch the moon, tara asks me what sort of women i like, i say i'm the kinda guy who likes witches, strippers or librarians.

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