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Bluto, the world’s strongest man, could tear bread loaf-sized pieces off a steel-belted tractor tire with his bare hands. But he could not lift a single smithereen of his sensitive Piscean heart when Lily, the luscious, leggy Leo trapeze artist, left him for steely-eyed Arien Karl, the literate and literary lion tamer. Horoscopic Circus, Act II She was a Cancer Dragon. Like catnip to the Piscean Tiger, whose feline DNA was his Achilles heel. Especially when she wore heels. And nylons. The end is nylon, he thought. I love you she said. I love you more he affirmed. And firm he soon became. Then being the ringmaster, she opened her mouth and incinerated him -- as only dragons can….
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
Horoscopic Circus
reading daily zodiac at 4 a.m. heavy lidded eyes riddled by LED heavily burdened hearts riddled by the past horoscopic solutions to why our hearts and minds fail one star slightly out of alignment claims all of the inner workings of my body chemistry year of the beast ravaging all of my relationships house of mercury in my bloodstream
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC
zodiac
John Green says 'a lot of things will hurt you, but only the last thing will **** you'. Perhaps life's purpose is to maintain our curousity about that final, capitalized T, Thing. Not in a 'predict your future' horoscopic sense, but rather as a barometer of 'is this the most awful event that is destined to be my last' scale. Is this a merely a lost battle or is it a lost war? Will this be just another difficult time whose intensity will ultimately fade in the dust that settles with enough sunlight and time. I wonder often about the stories we tell about those times that hurt so bad, they nearly killed us. Not the stories we tell others, though those do matter. Just as well. Rather the stories we tell ourselves. and how they are remembered can matter more than how they really were. For they may have only hurt when it happened. But they may be the last thing that will **** you. Don't let others play the tune for your finale as your curtain comes down.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
trauma