s t i c k y i c k y: too dark park
shipwreck hallucinations/ when the chart struck Jupiter. . .
As jovial as he is, Jupiter isn't always the friendliest of lords for me. Residing in overwhelmed senseful Virgo in my horoscope, my transmissions of hope, desire-looking, have translated as some shipwreck hallucination. But Venus? While still in Mercury's castle, I am her, and her exalted welcome in Pisces this past month or so has left a pearled sheen, sublime slime, trailing out and burning up fast in Aries, now. The gifts left are sticky. Every night I enshrine myself in the sticky tomb of her and our dreams. And yet, with her entrance into Aries, I too feel the need to burn and fumigate.
May speeds us all up, both in sugar and salt. But it doesn’t necessarily mean that we won’t sprint in circles. After a month or two of my silence, I realized that it doesn't matter if I found that silence satisfactory. Venus knows. My body knows. We have both given up multiple ghosts.
The stickiness, though, peels hardly off, and the ones glued to the metaverse, even worse. Some holographic, neo feudal market basket apple with the sale sticker drilling a webbed hole into its flesh; I eat it five times to absorb the same amount of nutrients it could've given me in 1950 AD. I wonder of all the future children as spirits, then, at this moment, eating their fill of modified fruit just in case the future only holds the fruit of bugs...
hollowed juice of the loom ! my back muscles, apparently, tend to cling to my spine; sticky muscles, they call it. sticky bone broth gravy that shortens the tongue's reach. The first official day of eclipse season I awoke from a dream of a crocodile tunnel to our Other species. I requested their love and sexual attention, but woke up before our first kiss. Have I been initiated? A crocodile pretending to be human?
Kero Kero Bonito makes me think of weathering the eclipse. I recommend the PARK SONG for after dark thoughts. Skinny Puppy TOO DARK PARK, too.
Happy eclipse season, dear readers. I love you. Thank you for your time, for the eye strain, pretend that I mailed this on paper. I suspect I'll be around a bit more again. Some thoughts are for me, some thoughts are for you, and some are just for the birds. And if you'd like to schedule a reading of your horoscope, let me know. xoxo