the ancient milk-runes: do you know how to froth them?
I was going to paraphrase this runic revelatory online exchange with the Roxy Vinyl Cafe , but I've decided to work smarter not harder, and one should always leave magical source material in its original transmission as much as possible. NorsePlay: You know, the barista hands you a to-go cup, but you're staying, so you don't expect the leaf art , but you lift the lid, and boom, it's there. Roxy Vinyl Cafe: It’s a ritual. NP: That makes total sense in the Zen/Gurdjieff work way. RVC: We also encode weirding runes in those frothy swirls, to bless or curse the sleeping masses. Fate delivered with a caffeinated kick. NP: Yasssss! I might be able to spin that into a blog entry, Nornrista. RVC: Make of it what you will, but take care to enunciate your coffee orders with due respect to our barista brethren behind the cafe counters, lest you incur the ire of one trained in the ancient milky arts. NP: The esoteric implications of this are staggering. Am quoting ...