It was nearly early dawn
The gypsy’s door was open wide
But the gypsy was gone
And that pretty dancing girl
She could not be found
So I watched that sun come rising
From that little Minnesota town (Dylan)
now, we all know that Bob was talking about a chance encounter with the KING, Elvis Presley; but it still resonated with me when i read the New York Post the other day. The Post did a nice job of explaining a seemingly senseless murder and shedding some reasonable light on the trigger man.
a 51 year old woman was gunned down inside her Ozone Park home at 2:30 wednesday afternoon as she answered the front door.....seemingly random attack...but NO.
the shooter claimed that the deceased put a curse on him and he was marked for death by the Tarot Cards....."she was a witch" the shooter calmly told Police and she put a death spell on me. It seems the deceased did work as a tarot card reader and the shooter was indeed one of her clients....i'll sleep better knowing it wasn't a purely random attack........ahhhh yes.....NYC in 2020's..it all makes sense to me now.
Outside the lights were shining
On the river of tears
I watched them from the distance
With music in my ears
1 comment:
this being derby day, I'd be willing to bet that if you conducted a random, anonymous poll, over 80% of married men would think their wives were witches..."you put a spell on me, baby"...
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