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Post by anirbas on Oct 19, 2006 9:51:22 GMT -6
Moon enters Libra
this afternoon...
The day will be overactive
with venusian tendancies....
Sextilian connection
betwixt and between
Venus and Pluto...
Peers even the celestial realm
screams it's time to complete
with healing, old emotional wounds...
So, howl at the moon today,
raise unexpressed, complicated issues...
In other words, make a blithering,
ranting and raving arse out of yourself...
As the Sun and Uranus,
square off for a wild game
of curveball and pop
you in the head
with the an unexpected
hard whack from a flyball...
ggglgggl...
my interpretation of my daily dose of asstrology
and my horrorscope...Nir...
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 19, 2006 15:14:37 GMT -6
All I know is that 'Scorpions' and 'Cancerarians' are supposed to be the perfect match ... that's probably why I love Victor so much *t-he*  |
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 20, 2006 6:13:41 GMT -6
I know only enough of the scopes to get myself entangled in what should and shouldnt occur and turn them flipside - inside out, until them and I are completely complexed and confused..
marvellous writing, as always Sabrina.. love it!! x Soul
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Post by anirbas on Oct 21, 2006 20:25:26 GMT -6
ggglgggl...just about the same thing for for me, S'fir...and thank you, Nir.
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Post by dawness on Oct 23, 2006 10:13:13 GMT -6
these subjects, i like! am an astrology buff. thanks sabs for this astronomical wonder.  |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 24, 2006 16:25:35 GMT -6
venus and pluto squared off today...
lightning flashed and thunder roared...
and when the smoke cleared...
venus and pluto were no more...
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Post by anirbas on Jan 14, 2007 10:50:33 GMT -6
Okie dokie, this is the "real" horoscope that appeared on my front page, this morning...And what follows, is my twisted inversion of it...Like the first post...
~*~
You tend to be intuitive by nature, dear Cancer, but today you could receive psychic impressions by the dozen. You might even experience visions or hear voices. Don't worry - you aren't going crazy! You do, however, need to pay attention to these messages. They may have immense personal significance and could even affect the planet as a whole. If you can't make sense of them, write them down. It will all come clear to you later.
~*~
You are like an open wound, today, dear Cancer...
Property eternally claim jumped for lack of fencing...
A barn or house without walls...
And today, the wind is going
to blow your unplumbed two by fours,
without hanging doors, structure--
to smithereens like a tornado,
ripping the landscape of your mind
to perfectly symetrical toothpicks...
On top of that, you are going to experience
hallucinations...Voices and visions due to the cosmic
disturbance in your head...Tornadoes make a lot of racket...
You may think you're channeling Dorothy Parker...
Or Nixon or Osama or God forbid, your dead father...
Or that your living mother has taken up residence
inside your head, again...Screaming, I'm not
going to hell for you as she beats the living shit
out of you with a switch or a belt...You may feel,
as if you are experiencing an acid flashback...
Or that your mind is bending into the stroke zone...
Listen to all these crazy people whining in your mind...
As if you don't...It'll be your fault, dear Cancer,
when the world ends...As embedded somewhere
in all that extraneous whirlwind of whining...
Is the answer to world peace and hunger...
It is your mission, to find this one gem
in all the shit you are going to hear
in your head, today...
If you're prone to absentmindedness,
dear child of the moon, write all these Freudian
dreams, nightmares and visions
and one sided conversations, down...
No paper and a pen? Prick your finger,
and write it all on the wall in blood...
This will appeal to your miserly side, Cancer,
as it will save money on paper and ink...
In short, dear Cancer, you might as well
get falling down, passing out parade,
drunk, drunker, drunkest and go back to bed...
Pull the covers tight over your head...
But, that won't silence the voices in your mind...
And it'll still be your fault when the world ends,
for not listening to all the crazies cosmically
let loose in the convoluted confines of your cranium...
Afterall...No one listened to Osama
when he said he was gunning for America...
Ten or more years, ago...
So, your mission for the day, dear Cancer...
Should you choose to take it...
You must save the world...
Or go down in flames with it...
Damn it...Guess I'd better get up and gird
my flipping loins with my best asbestos suit...
Grab that rusty sword in the corner
and have another cup of coffee...
Wait to be haunted...
More than I already am...
Get my pen and paper ready...
And if I get lucky, perhaps
I can stab one of those voices
to death with the nib end
of my trusty quill...
As I never much cared
for hangovers and as a result
my career as a drinker, didn't last long...
~*~
I like to twist horoscopes into horrorscopes...
If you'd like your's twisted to the extreme
by this asstrologist, LOL, please feel free
to leave yours for the day, here,
and I'll mangle it to pieces,
for jokes and laughes,
when I get the chance...
~*"We'll see you at the show..."*~
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