I listen closely to my intestines as these are my tea leaves. My spoils are my tarot. Tonight there is little rejoicing in my dank rivers and valleys of goo and gut. Today there is a swamp, a sign of the unbalanced.
There are dances required to attain balance and promiscuity in the sea lion and the human alike. One must attempt to act in parallel movements to the animal world. If a seal is unable to form the W, then you also must avoid this curvature. It is a vulgarity. The animal world is never so vulger as my anal construction site. therefore it is in my cards to form family structures, living and dining conditions similar to the sea lion. In spiritual terms, I am the nose of Michael Jackson.