By November of 2006 I resorted to putting my image on mechanical fortunate tellers like Zoltar from the Tom Hanks movie Big. It was about how we lose the belief in magic that we had when we were children. Being a Pisces, I have always looked to magic (if not believed in it). I'm not sure my practical, analytical side can rationally believe in it. There is just so much unmagical shit happening all the time.
If I did believe in magic now, perhaps this is what I'd look like.
I am not sure I'd want to see the fortune this me would predict. Perhaps I'd declare "Oh, the huge manatee" like I also did in November 2006.
The post with this one was simply my rewrite of a Billy Joel's song, "Honesty," with pithy lyrics like:
Huge manatees are such a lonely mammal.
Everyone thinks they aren't real blue.
Huge manatees hardly ever wear flannel.
And it's mostly what they need from you.
My 2026 self doesn't know what my 2006 self was thinking with that one.
I sometimes wonder if there is hope for manatees.
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