NEEDLEWRITER

İ bloody lost my hair when I was born. I was born bald. And grew bald. No hair in sight. I looked like an skinhead my whole life. And was so dysphoric about it. All I could grow was some moustache and beard. And that was it. And ofcourse I grew them, looked like an spiky jaw man when I grew old enough to grow it. And there was the problem. I grew an attitude of baldness. I got bothered by hair and lost it completely. Every other hair than the beard and moustache picked my nerves. Especially when I smoke my cigarettes. Then I feel like in a spiders net webbed out of hair. So fucking disasterous. So I decided, instead of bald I’m gonna feel bold. So I practiced it for some time, and got that right…..not my fault being bald, it is the way it is, but a miracle happened, I had grown thick skin, for todays society we live in, poorly structured where only looks matter on social media. And decided to post photos of only my bald head and call it „magic ball”.
So why I say a miracle happened, because I got millions of followes on social media, small millions, and mostly were fortune tellers, both male and female, wanting to use my head as thier fortune telling aparatus. Suddenly I became the number one fortune teller in the world by the means of them using my bald head. I learned how to use my bald head too, learning from them. And got more and more better at it with time, which I expaned for myself and my better tootless half to infinity. He was tootless i was hairless. What a match said my head, and the coffe and the tarot cards. And they (to emphasise – the tarot cards) always showed poor old jester for us. Meaning we together were autodexters. Such a fag digression, isn’t it. But what we wanted to say with it, we are free like that. And rich, the money kept coming, because all we said and told came up to be true for our costumers, that is people in need.
Untill it came…sadly. The crisis of our clairvoyance. We overdid it. We made all the people we read fortunes to determined fully. They all knew every future event in their lives by our readings. But yes, we over did it so karma took over to do it’s thing. We lost completely everything…not the money and eartly goods, but other organs than hair and teeth too. We started to fall apart. and so we did, by practially becoming walking zombies of some sort. All we could say was „Buisness closed” to the public eye and hide ourselves in our castle never to see the daylight again. And ofcourse we watched a lot of TV for sometime and it got bored because we already knew the wordly happenings for the rest of our earthly lives. So we needed to find something else to do, but there was nothing to satisfy us anymore so we tried for one last time to use our fortune telling apartus. We prepared it carefully one night at midnight and it took a tremedous amount of energy to get a slightest sight of our future. All we saw was a sentence, an imperative „LOOK IN THE MIRROR” and so we hurried to the mirror in the hall and our reflection that is us was not there. We disappeared forevermore, forevermore.