Rob Brezny's inspiring outlook and this week's horoscope
Taurus:
"In the animal kingdom, the rule is, eat or be eaten; in the human kingdom, define or be defined," wrote psychiatrist Thomas Szasz. This is always true, but it's especially apropos for you Tauruses right now. You have arrived at a three-way fork in the road, and which way you go will have a big impact on your future capability to excersise your free will. To make the best choice, you've got to have maximum power to define yourself. Don't let anyone, whether it's an enemy or a loved one or a so-called expert, take charge of determining the contours of your identity.
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Let me whisper,
Quietly, I annonunce
I too can play,
Fiddle a melancoly tale with fingers
laced in the luxury of your step.
De ja vu, you fooled me,
guess who, this door pervades,
Invisible footsteps after seeing men and women drug from their feet in my dreams.
Get out I say, or let me out
I can't stay long,
If I stay too long, then I too cannot play.
Tears will take the place of
a brief moment of nostalgia,
of something i think of
as "something i've always wanted"
How soon it becomes encased
like that animal, the turtle.
He sticks out his head, but then he sticks it right back in, is he hiding? or has he just gotten smart?
He too can dance this dance, just as
I leaning on this post, leaning on the collection, called the "collective unconscious" of de ja vu experience.
Its just that simple. YES.
3:33. What would you like right now?
She said some mean things
I thought I WASN'T ten years old.
I'm standing there, naked amongst public eyes. not knowing what the hell i'm going to do with water welled in spite of a harsh tone, a unflattering inflection. but i say instead. . .
She's not the bitch.
I'M THE BITCH, in the (you wanna play hard, lets play)
and almost suddenly
The tears were gone.
I know what it feels like now.
The bittersweet love of indifference.
Craving and bottling. making mouths wet, as fiddles strum their most beautiful tune,
A quiet, so quite respectable ensemble of turtles and turtle doves under a new full moon sprinkled with dew drops of red cheap wine, and a most full embrace.
Taurus:
"In the animal kingdom, the rule is, eat or be eaten; in the human kingdom, define or be defined," wrote psychiatrist Thomas Szasz. This is always true, but it's especially apropos for you Tauruses right now. You have arrived at a three-way fork in the road, and which way you go will have a big impact on your future capability to excersise your free will. To make the best choice, you've got to have maximum power to define yourself. Don't let anyone, whether it's an enemy or a loved one or a so-called expert, take charge of determining the contours of your identity.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Let me whisper,
Quietly, I annonunce
I too can play,
Fiddle a melancoly tale with fingers
laced in the luxury of your step.
De ja vu, you fooled me,
guess who, this door pervades,
Invisible footsteps after seeing men and women drug from their feet in my dreams.
Get out I say, or let me out
I can't stay long,
If I stay too long, then I too cannot play.
Tears will take the place of
a brief moment of nostalgia,
of something i think of
as "something i've always wanted"
How soon it becomes encased
like that animal, the turtle.
He sticks out his head, but then he sticks it right back in, is he hiding? or has he just gotten smart?
He too can dance this dance, just as
I leaning on this post, leaning on the collection, called the "collective unconscious" of de ja vu experience.
Its just that simple. YES.
3:33. What would you like right now?
She said some mean things
I thought I WASN'T ten years old.
I'm standing there, naked amongst public eyes. not knowing what the hell i'm going to do with water welled in spite of a harsh tone, a unflattering inflection. but i say instead. . .
She's not the bitch.
I'M THE BITCH, in the (you wanna play hard, lets play)
and almost suddenly
The tears were gone.
I know what it feels like now.
The bittersweet love of indifference.
Craving and bottling. making mouths wet, as fiddles strum their most beautiful tune,
A quiet, so quite respectable ensemble of turtles and turtle doves under a new full moon sprinkled with dew drops of red cheap wine, and a most full embrace.
endquire:
You are a deeply beautiful person.