… searching for a better fortune. these aren’t fortunes. they’re stupid , shitty words. the numbers are all wrong, too. there is no 7, no 5, …
i’ll start making my own fortunes… they’ll include greed, enemies, witches, burning, death…bats and rats…
although it’s not really a fortune, i’ll include this one: “dear God: You do such wonderful things for complete strangers; why not for me?” i read this on a bumper sticker once.
cookie flavors will be…dark chocolate and ginger.
BUT…until i can come up with some original and actual fortunes here’s another:
“Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them”
or maybe i can rewrite it… “you will be a poor poet (or fotographer) and some ass will exploit your experiences.” —moi