Every year has at least one Friday the 13th.
Some years have II.
Fewer have III.
The last time there were three?
11 years ago.
2015.
Spaced precisely apart to feel like punctuation.
2026 has III!
February 13, 2026
March 13, 2026
September 13, 1974 (52 years ago)
November 13, 2026
One 52
A full deck.
No jokers.
One third is served tonight;
the first spark,
the opening sip,
the omen.
Alignment refuses to be coincidence
Patterns become rhythmic.
Time becomes code.
Events become threads.
Plots twist and turn.
Time reveals.
Life goes on.
Humans are stories
I've been telling mine for 11 years.
13 has been with me since the beginning.
Birthed on a 13th.
Friday, no less.
Timestamp before symbol.
Symbol before math.
Then 13 became a beacon.
Since 2024.
And ever since,
13’s tugging at my heartstring.
Reminding me that I belong exactly where I am.
13 continues to hug me like a protective imaginary friend.
“Get ready you fabulous fifty2cent artifact.”
I’m ready.
“We have so much work to do.”
Time stamped art/i/facts.
And a legendary muse.
A dumpster crumb for whoever knows.
My funny valentine.
One third is served tonight; the first spark, the opening sip, the omen.
