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Why, them's the muchrooms, come up during the night. Look, agres of roofs in parshes. Dom on dam, dim in dym.

Labyrinths will feature prominently in your day; their appearance can be turned to your advantage through assiduously replicating yourself. (For instance, call up many of your friends and tell each one to meet you at a different location around town; make sure the meetings are scheduled for the same time. Show up for all of them. Post pictures of yourself on facebook doing fantastical things, like riding a robotic alligator or interrogating a Manichaean. Emerge simultaneously from a number of doors in one moderately long corridor, preferably while being chased by a man in the front half of a zebra costume. In various flowerpots, bury any recent fingernail clippings that you may have managed to retain; fertilize the soil with a teaspoon of lemon juice and six ounces of crushed monkshood. Et cetera.) If you see any dirty old men astride canals, waterways, or even a leaky toilet, you will have to turn your fog lights on for the rest of the day; if you don't own a car, purchase a pocket flashlight and lash it to a baseball cap. The flashlight does not need to be switched on. If you have been biding your time, now is the moment to make that land investment you've had your eye on. While signing the papers, keep repeating to yourself: "revenge is a dish best served cold."

Obviously, any mushrooms you eat today will either have gone bad or be of the poisonous variety. That being said, trust your drug dealer with your life.