city scape by Brian Raszka, Xfactor stencil was sent by CMIII
spent the weeks and days mixing potions and notions in Venetian glass bottles where Jean Jeanie crickets once lived and the the small icecream cone of lead and lusterous jewels were stored. I waved my jazz hands and tapped three times with the torah reading stick of Elder and Larch and Low and behold the scream rainbow burst forth and landed on my members only and I became very large and then later very small where in I went into the earch beyond the shadow cave to a great rank garden and in the dirt there I found shiny rocks and precious metals. I believe these were treasures that Dennis Wilson had thrown off his yacht in drunken fits of paranoia. His ghost told me once: “No man is poor, if he has a half a million dollars in gold and silver sitting in the sand and choral beneath his yacht… you just dive down and retrieve you treasure… he never cam back, but who can blame him… on the other side, he was whole and the band was still together and brian and him wrote a whole album together called Silver Surfer, or something, but I digress. With the above mentioned treasures, I made a fetsh in the rank garden. I am casting my spell. A Wizard at work.
Meanwhile, back in the real real world I am going to Tribecca food and wine walk and then back up the mountain to break bread in the Temple and dance the Horah and drink the wine and form a quarum around Noah who will build an arc some day.
