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I usually never get around to posting these Free Will Astrology horoscopes to my own account, but this one is pretty cool and seems to deserve archiving:
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22):
"There can be no transformation of darkness into light and of apathy
into movement without emotion," wrote psychologist Carl Jung. That
should be your motto in the coming week, Libra. Clear thinking and
impeccable logic will not be sufficient to guide you to your next
great adventure. You need the driving force of succulent emotion
rising up in your solar plexus, the lush power of raw sensitivity
piercing your heart. Feel as deep as you dare.
However, I have no intention of speaking about any interpretation of it here, especially seeing as "raw sensitivity" is really not all sunshine and moonbeams and faerydust. And if you don't understand that about me and my soul and my history, then I'm certainly not going to summarize the general situation here -- at least not with anything more specific than "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."
Instead, more movie quotes:
Yes, I really do....if you can't bother to get more aureantes, then there's obviously something wrong with you.
*snerk....* That's what they all say....
Because no one else would take the job, maybe? /:)
Oh dear....what have you been ingesting....?
Aye, that's the spirit....../:)
Why, yes....I apparently must be.......:-?
Okay, that's just not funny anymore....*promptly derails train of thought and goes on a killing spree of movie directors*
Well, maybe not quite derailed........>:)
If anyone finds the disjecta membra of my manic musings, kindly shove them behind the arras -- Hagrid'll handle the cleanup. As for Ophelia, I'm expecting her tomorrow morn....must greet her with gratuitous violets, methinks.
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LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22):
"There can be no transformation of darkness into light and of apathy
into movement without emotion," wrote psychologist Carl Jung. That
should be your motto in the coming week, Libra. Clear thinking and
impeccable logic will not be sufficient to guide you to your next
great adventure. You need the driving force of succulent emotion
rising up in your solar plexus, the lush power of raw sensitivity
piercing your heart. Feel as deep as you dare.
However, I have no intention of speaking about any interpretation of it here, especially seeing as "raw sensitivity" is really not all sunshine and moonbeams and faerydust. And if you don't understand that about me and my soul and my history, then I'm certainly not going to summarize the general situation here -- at least not with anything more specific than "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."
Instead, more movie quotes:
I find your lack of aureantes disturbing.
Yes, I really do....if you can't bother to get more aureantes, then there's obviously something wrong with you.
You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been an aureantes.
*snerk....* That's what they all say....
Aureantes! Why did it have to be aureantes?
Because no one else would take the job, maybe? /:)
I see dead aureantes.
Oh dear....what have you been ingesting....?
Keep your friends close, but your aureantes closer.
Aye, that's the spirit....../:)
You talking to aureantes?
Why, yes....I apparently must be.......:-?
Hasta la vista, aureantes.
Okay, that's just not funny anymore....*promptly derails train of thought and goes on a killing spree of movie directors*
Well, maybe not quite derailed........>:)
If anyone finds the disjecta membra of my manic musings, kindly shove them behind the arras -- Hagrid'll handle the cleanup. As for Ophelia, I'm expecting her tomorrow morn....must greet her with gratuitous violets, methinks.
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