“Fresh tribal symbols decorate

Each bicep, cruelly celebrate

White Amazonian mindset.”

Gypsy stops speaking, mist swirls inside crystal ball, Tanya stares blankly. “How do these words strike you?” gypsy asks Tanya. Aside from shifting uncomfortably in seat Tanya proffers no response. “I know that you participate in underground wrestling matches.” Gypsy says carefully. “In my vision I saw a white Amazonian fighter with hemoglobin on her biceps. The dripping, coagulating fluid spelled out your epitaph in bright crimson letters.” Tanya freezes, immediate... Show more