THE MATH: (N. Node + Uranus + Mars CONJUNCT Taurus) = until we belong
THE WEAVE:
Destiny hands Mars a glass
of lemonade, wHere he sits
on the edge of the Garden
Labyrinth, cooling off…
"I pass by couples
at campsites, bickering.
Dyads, scattered
in the dusk, like scenes
in a lonely man's head,
asking eachOther questions,
to tell eachOther
Stories. EveryOne is
a character, in someOne
else's book. You can
talk to yourSelves, or
you can talk
to Other people, or you
can talk to Other people's
Stories. Isn't that All
we are ever doing,
anyWays? We take
eachOther's ideas,
and turn them inside
out. We mind
fuck eachOther
until we belong
to something else.
In your case, a beLoved
and dysfunctional pantheon,
with a bunch of baby
GXDZ running around.
We make lemonade,
Mars. We only have this
Life."
Planetary Signatures 