Monday, December 31, 2001

The Male is in London, getting lost with minicab drivers, and my mother is saying how he should have taken a Black Cab, because those drivers have to have the Knowledge.

Yes, with a capital letter. It's mystic, it's magic, it's something for initiates only. There's a novel in that, and no mistake about it. A cabbalistic, Rosicruician novel.

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