Astrology Fulla Rompolicious Stoopid For A Planet Packin’ Big Time Frickin’ Crap
Your Time Is Sweet An' Precious. But Alla This Shit Is No More...
GONNA SUCK ONYA BRAINS
Sweet or dark, brutal or delish, point ’bout the past is she ain’t never comin’ back.
But she offered herself up as the Fyooture one time, tookya hand an’ invitedya along for the next stage inya life’s journey.
An’ you said, “K — I would really love summa that,” an’ you stepped on out, heart inya hands, an’ figuredya days bestya could.
Can’t waste too mucha Now gazin’ backwards, butchya days areya history andya story, an’ sumtimes it is coolta reflect on decisionsya took (or did not) an’ timesya had (or did not) cos alla that shit is howya got to whereya are today.
So here’re my astrological zombies — brainless undead horoscope monsters draineda all power to suck on cerebellum in real time.
Their power to flux onya Here & Now change is done an’ gone, but I leave ’em here for anyone wantsta meditate on past triumphs or disasters loosely based on grippin’ life’s opportoonities betweenya teeth an’ vacuumin’ up alla the cool stuff, jus’ in caseya missed sumthin’ first time round…
Shadows cannot pick apartya soul.
They are gone an' they are done an' they are dead.
Allya got gonna keepya spirit whole
are steps from whereya are, into futures DREAD.