shake that eye's hand

“Old habits die hard.”… or they don’t die at all. You know you wanted to take them Clarisse, but you really shouldn’t have. Good thing you didn’t, but they were so nice, why didn’t you? No, you should stop doing that, really, it’s becoming a habit. It was criminal in the first place, why wouldn’t you do it? It was so simple, you would have never gotten caught. It is bad. Who told you that? The rules of social conduct never really applied to you anyways… no. It’s terrible, someone made them and someone has to get paid. Who? Corporate America? Capitalistic Fat-Cats living off your disposible income? They don’t need it, they have what they need. You need these. No, you don’t need anything. Selfish thoughts, honestly, it would have been really stupid if you did that. There is no need to be like this. Play by the rules. The rules are broken and corrupt. There is always a next time. That was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Shutup. Shut the hell up.

Capricorns born on January 7 have a sensitive, vulnerable quality that endears them to others. They have a strong spiritual nature as well as a social conscience. They are likely to experience a conflict between inner-life needs and external responsibilities. This has the potential to create a powerful dichotomy, requiring soul-searching and introspection.

Friends and Lovers

January 7 people need the emotional security of a large circle of friends. They inspire feelings of emotional and spiritual closeness, which bring wonderful and interesting people into their life. Love is a magical event to them. They have an almost impossibly idealistic view of romance and are often hurt by insensitive or fickle lovers.

Children and Family

These dreamy, introspective people are big on fantasy and may have dealt with difficulties in their childhood by tuning in to their imagination. They make nurturing and loving parents and can bring out the creative aspects of a child’s nature. They are quick to encourage a love of imagination and fantasy.

Health

If anything is going wrong in their lives, January 7 people are likely to have trouble getting a good night’s sleep. They have sensitive body chemistry, which reacts negatively to artificial depressants and stimulants. Since they often suffer from indigestion, they should drink fresh melon juice in season to combat nausea.

Career and Finances

January 7 natives are interested in expressing their inner thoughts and feelings, though they may not have sufficient mettle to withstand a career in the performing or creative arts where their most deeply held and sensitive emotions are open to criticism. They are not interested in making a great deal of money and are people-oriented, issue-concerned individuals.

Dreams and Goals

People born today are likely to get involved with New Age or occult studies to probe the mysteries of the world beyond their sight. They may have difficulty motivating themselves to attain a material goal, yet if they can find spiritual significance in it, they may be able to draw some relevance from the experience.

Take in your surroundings. Become aware of all that inhabit. Do you notice that crack in the drywall by the fountain? Right there, right beside that horrific painting your mother-in-law gave you for your anniversary because it was on sale at Target. Do you notice it now? Find new perspective. How about the young blonde chatting it up with the new neighbor. He kind of looks like a turtle from this angle. Maybe it is just his profile. What do you think she sees? What is she thinking about? Her intentions are anything but romantic. She is, obviously, out of this young man’s league. What was his name again? Something like Reynold, Roy, Rudolph. You are positive it started with an ‘R’. She leans away, stirring her drink with her freshly manicured talons, pretending to listen to him talk about his newly planted hedges, while sneaking glances at your cousin. Your cousin, that dog. You remember as children your cousin, Jean, was never the looker. It was so sad during Senior Prom, as he had gone with your other cousin Mandolyn, both unable to find willing dates. After his sucess in stocks though, life could not be different for that lucky son-of-a-bitch. He attracted them from all around, it was like he didn’t even try. It is funny what a little Versace and shiny shoes can do to a guy…

Being a Capricorn is a shitty sign & I need a Taurus
or Scorpio, w/e

This is my last weekend for the Las Vegans too see me for quite a while, as I am making my escape for the Greater East. I should probably hang out with friends before I go, but being me I am too lazy. I’m such a terrible friend sometimes. Sigh…

I wish you to be like this. Always.

I sat on a rock one morning. It was not too early, nor was it quite late. It was early enough to see people leaving for work and children leaving to school. Elementary school in fact. Some were driven by their parents. Their parent too had just waken up, lack of sleep played over their eyes and towels were bestowed upon their freshly showered crowns. Some rode bicycles. A pair of young boys passed me, one after another. Even this early in the morning, an air of competition was about them. One girl, rode alone. She was the first one, and only one, who waved at me that morn. Quite a few children walked. May I remind you that these were fairly young children. I was astounded to realize that their parents had faith in their children knowing their way to school, and getting their safely. Did this make their parents cruel? Maybe. Their are many variables to questions like so. Absolute answers are never eminent-

mightysmirk:

so the doctors give him alot of strong sedatives and he didn’t poo for awhile so they give him like laxatives galore. still he isn’t not poooin. that is my bestfriend for you. it’s his way of saying nigga fuck that weak shit where the real deal at.

good news today though. i’ll pray your hiccup attacks don’t mean you’ll poo out of your mouth.

 I was thinking the same thing… minus the shitting out of the mouth part. That’s all you Justyn.

KEEP WRITING. MAYBE BY THE TIME THE SUN COMES UP YOU’LL START TO MAKE SOME SENSE.

I’ve decided that I’m not going to write like an overly-poetic, cat-lovin’, chain-smokin’, divorcee. I’m way to sarcastic to take myself seriously like that. It also might spore from the fact that I’ve been reading too much Burroughs. Oh well, I never enjoyed poetry that much.

So I sat in church today, trying to be extra-good, on behalf of a good friend of mine. Initially, I looked around for sleeping elders to snicker at, and mentally analyzed every single flaw on all those unfortunate enough to be seated in my visual proximety. Nevertheless, I was able to catch some of what the priest was saying. Something about how “certain events don’t happen because God is punishing you, life just happens sometimes.” Not only pertaining to the moment, this statement made me think of quite a few people, and honestly, fueled my dissapproval of conservative, Holy-Rollin’ principles. I don’t know where this is going, but somehow I’m trying to make it go back to the fact that GOD IS NOT YOUR PUPPETEER. We could get into religious semanitics, but I would get really bored, and people tend to talk nonsense when pressed on the subject, so I’ll just say something else.

Live long and prosper.

You know, people tend to think I am awkward because I tend to keep my mouth shut. Honestly it’s because I am observer and I find the actions and words of others so much more entertaining and interesting, than my own. I am not bored with you if I’m not talking, you are probably quite interesting to me.