pot of gold at the end of the bar

[crow_within]

sat. night at the bar where andi and i are PT'ing i am settled on a bar stool, sipping an adult beverage i am scanning my surroundings and at my feet i see treasure. my heart beating wildly, for i have the horn of a unicorn! this is astounding! wait...wait...it's not phsical proof of the existence of unicorns, no it is a silver stiletto heel that

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[pensiveowl]

Use 'em for what you can is what I say. Well, maybe not. Think of the kharma. I always have to remember the damn kharma. And then goddamn crow will fly right over the car or I will hear him. Or the Owl will appear, reminding me of my Great Mission and blah blah blah.

However, I was just outside worshipping the beauty of the lightening a bit, and it was magnificent to throw prayer out to the wind. When I am feeling curmudgeony, as I am now, it is always good to pray for everyone else. Oh, and tell the truth. I told the truth to God while I was standing there and the entire sky light up with skeleton-fingers all over pregnant, black clouds.

Decided to smoke in the garage after that one.

[twilight_bride]

We are the unicorns, and we are people too...

Would the heel survive a drilling? If it couldn't even stay on the shoe, plus is of the spike variety, it seems unlikely...