a Mess on the sky (Fragment #029)

It was a mess on the sky…

I was designated for the visual arts. I was accurately planned but I was impatient. I was fidgeting and knocking. Our breed was losing its own positions at an alarming rate. My parents were studying tarot, the manuscripts and natal charts thoroughly… they couldn’t goof again. I was made with a mechanical precision. A day, an hour… Yuck! I don’t even want to imagine this sterile and dull process!

Sun Opposition or Square Pluto.
Mercury Sextile or Trine Neptune.

The degrees, the angles, the seconds. It was a big mess on the sky.

Pluto had a hangover syndrome. Why? It was because of… Hey! It’s not your funeral! I promised to keep this secret! Venus, like every woman, was running late. Mars, as always, was on the routine of war…

Uranus came first. He sat with Scorpio and smoked. “Your generation is noted for their willingness to dispel social taboos of all kinds. You push the boundaries of accepted behavior. Fanaticism is a common trait in your generation.”

Jupiter and Cancer. I don’t like either of them. I’m usually playing hooky during their lectures… “Your warmth and willingness to accept all people for who they truly are makes even the most inhibited people feel comfortable around you. You strive to bring those who feel disenfranchised from life back into the fold of humanity.”

Wow! Bingo! Venus and Mars came! “Your powerful emotions make you a lover of the arts as well. You feel music and art speaks to you. Generally beauty of any kind has an affect on you.” “Because you feel you are a natural leader you do much better giving orders than you do taking them.”

It was a hellish mess on the sky! 

I appeared without warning. Uranus dropped his tobacco pipe. Scorpio and Cancer stopped playing chess. Venus squealed. Only Mars, like a true warrior, was calm and gazed at Venus’s boobs. I was accurately planned. I was designated for the visual arts. But I was impatient. My parents fucked up again. (to be continued)

© All rights reserved 2014

My special thanks to Cyan Ryan
for the grammar corrections and improvement this essay!

16 thoughts on “a Mess on the sky (Fragment #029)

    • Thank you, my beloved birdy! 🙂
      I’m glad that you liked… and… hmm… generally, it’s truth 🙂
      At least, it’s truth equally with the measure of truth in the horoscopes 😉

      your Hatter-stargazer

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  1. I love it Unbolt 😀

    These are the lyrics to the song I paired with it!

    by Muse

    Paranoia is in bloom,
    The PR, transmissions will resume
    They’ll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
    And hope that, we will never see the truth around
    (So come on)

    Another promise, another seed
    Another, packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
    And all the, green belts wrapped around our minds
    And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
    (So come on)

    They will not force us
    They will stop degrading us
    They will not control us
    We will be victorious
    So come on

    Interchanging mind control
    Come let the, revolution takes its toll
    If you could, flick the switch and open your third eye
    You’d see that, we should never be afraid to die
    (So come on)

    Rise up and take the power back
    It’s time the, fat cats had a heart attack
    You know that, their time’s coming to an end
    We have to, unify and watch our flag ascend
    (So come on)

    They will not force us
    They will stop degrading us
    They will not control us
    We will be victorious
    So come on

    Hey, hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey, hey

    They will not force us
    They will stop degrading us
    They will not control us
    We will be victorious
    So come on

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  2. Reblogged this on 21 Shades of Blue and commented:
    Honored to have been a muse and editor for this story fragment by my Black Crowned Yew-Crane friend Unbolt 🙂

    “I was conceived in the womb of a Janet by a Daniel ingeniously
    A seed planted in a January, my story sown in time perfectly
    so when I was grown I could be reaped at the exact moment
    Scales of Dark/Light found balance obscured in a Siberian sky
    spread out over six more months of Chernobyl’s phoenix plume”
    — Ry Hakari, “My History Officially Started Right As The Seasons Changed, When I Was Left To Confusion On The Bridge Of An Equinox” (September 7, 2013)

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