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)
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
My special thanks to Cyan Ryan
for the grammar corrections and improvement this essay!
Oh, this one is very cheeky and fun. I love it! Everything changes once Venus arrives on the scene! Your parents fucked up in a most agreeable way! LOL.
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Aww… thank you! Venus… Hmm…
I don’t really like her. She’s a gossiper and a crybaby!
I always preferred Mars’s company. He knows so many salted jests!
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Yes, Mars always knows the fun and carefree. Venus is too serious and spiteful. Lol!
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Best wishes for your book.
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Oh, thank you!!
I’ll do all my best! It’s my silly, my crazy dream… but (I hope) it’s a dream that can turn into reality!
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It might be silly, but never crazy. This dream is your future reality.
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I agree with you! I think so!!
Dreams become true 🙂 Thank you…
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Best wishes.
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Hatter, wonderfully surreal and clever with the natal charts. I love the mention of degrees, angles, and seconds, as well as the constellations and the horoscope. Excellent so very creative!
Always,
Alice
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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 😉
Always,
your Hatter-stargazer
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My Stargazer,
I love it, your words incorporate so many wonderful thoughts. They take my mind to so many “out of this world” places, to the heavens and beyond the stars!
Always,
Yours Birdy Alice
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I love it Unbolt 😀
These are the lyrics to the song I paired with it!
“Uprising”
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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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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ABSOLUTELY!
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
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It kind of made me think of “a Combat neuron” as well!
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