Elva had been fiddling with some pieces of card and produced what appeared to be symbols. So we each interpreted them. Then we took turns throwing them on the table and reading from them. The results are as follows…
Fiddlers Symbols (Numbered from left to right, 1-9.)
1=a roof, without a house. Because they are not for houses but for sitting
on; to view from almost a birds eye view.
2= Sizing each other up. Or the skin before it is assaulted.
3= A bird sunbathing with sprawled out wings.
5= cats touching noses. The moment they change their minds and realize they
don’t like each other. Or when a cat just abruptly attacks you after being
friendly (there is a behavioral term for this, I cant remember)
6= Neighbors spying on each other, or waving from their lawns, “Hey Hank, how
are the kids?”/ or the same as saying “Hi! How are you?”
7= The little one runs away from the big ones, but they pull at its arms. AKA;
wanting to be released.
8= Up? Down? Who gives a shit?
9= To spit on someone eloquently, with style. (This being the gesture you make
with your tongue)
Great pyramid rolls across the ocean to find a secret scroll within a small
city that faced tall mountains and a pathway with many stairs leading to a
giant monumental torch made of stone.
A dry tent is good.
Though it curls
A coil of rope battery
On my camping bed.
Next to the two main pyramids.
They opened up the ship.
And down from the ramp
Came the cones.
1. The Dollhouse
2. The cats whiskers
3. The lightning
4. The vortex
5. The camels hump
6. The Pyramids
7. The time machine.
8. The ladder
9. The ever-burning torch
Interpretations of scattered symbols:
The ecclesiast is behind the moose. The moose is beside the judge, who cant
stop sneezing. Spiraling out to the west, the hills chase tensed arms. The
finger points at the moose in defiance of the swiftly approaching eyebrows.
Stop! Don't go south. You’ll meet your death.
Beyond the fence a majority will exert pressure on individuals.
rest up and bid your time,
eventually a loose coil will leave and in its shadow will live anger…
The ship with white sails glides into the purple room. Because the bird gliding
overhead is landing near a string web. A
rolling coffin opens and the voice of death calls out like a wax cylinder
screaming across the distant ocean.
body as shield
rush to cover the eyes and ears but they accidently suffocate. Hysterical
aftermath. being looked at by two rotating eyes, entering the shielded ones
soul, like light through the inevitable gaps between fingers.
because the eyes rotate like a drill and churn holes; that is how fingers are
made. By the creepy man in the bushes looking at animals in the zoo.
That is what it is to be a tiger behind glass.
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