I used to walk by that place we committed the crime. I used to walk by that place on purpose. I still remember how the grass was moist, the sky was purple, your shirt was white and the stars came out for us. I had almost forgotten. Now, you’ve come back like a travelling circus. All bright lights and laughter, all dressed up and dangerous. I used to look at you like you were the sun and the tides. As if I would rise and fall with you, crash and break with you. I remember that night I forgot you. But you emerge and I remember the grass and the stars and the tides.
It’s cold. There’s futsal try-outs tomorrow. I have theo reading to digest. I have to submit the ridonkulous Heights requirements. I can’t find my fucking Ponstan. I have a sadistic headache. My hair is everywhere, screaming infidelities , inviting birds to nest in. I don’t know how I feel right now. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel right now. And I have no idea how to know.
But still, I have candy here with me. Skittles and Tootsie Roll to keep me company. With all the chaos within me, And all the misfortunes surrounding me, There are still some good things in life.
Why is your life so difficult? Because you are still repaying the bad karma you earned the last go-around, when you were Torquemada’s rack-master during the Inquisition.
Your exaggerated nature provides extremes of every kind. Compulsions and obsessions explode within your psyche. A startlingly large number of you either become geniuses, or sink into the lowest depths of depravity. You latter types make ideal mates for Pisces.
Your favorite TV shows are reruns of Dark Shadows and you wear a Barnabas Collins ring on your forefinger. You love to point randomly at unsuspecting strangers and mumble gibberish. Your moods range from irritable to pissed off, and you frequently sulk, brood, intimidate, spy and cheat. That’s on one of your good days. Unlike Taurus, who is blind to his faults, you are acutely aware of your flaws, but excessively proud of them. For instance, you like to wear a minipicture of your mug shot on a gold chain.
Being a fixed sign means that your emotions and opinions rarely change. You are kindly described as “still water runs deep”. You more closely resemble a boiling cesspool of hydrochloric acid. Your metaphorical stinger is always poised for attack and you are supposedly known for vicious verbal barbs. In reality, most of you are merely cantankerous bores who constantly posture and gouge lines in the dirt daring others to step across.
You are so private even your relatives don’t know your unlisted phone number. You have a NO SOLICITORS sign on the barbed-wire fence around your property, and anyone attempting to reach your front door will need a map and a flashlight to make it through the overgrowth. You are so paranoid that you think Alcatraz would be a safe place to live.
Scorpios have bumper stickers that say things like, “My child sells drugs to your honor student.” You are chronically terse, and have Bad Ass, Son of Bad Ass, orMother of Bad Ass tattooed on your neck.
You keep a police scanner on the kitchen table to track the movements of your friends — both of them. Instead of family pictures, your refrigerator is covered with magnetic business cards of lawyers, therapists, and bail bondsmen. Inside is a mishmash of variety ranging from mashed potatoes to granola bars. Your eating habits swing as wildly as your emotions, from Spartan bark eater to comfort-food junkie.
Scorpio is the sign of the prosecuting attorney, psychopath, Mafia negotiator, and more-parts-than-you-were-prepared-to-lose surgeon. Scorpios also make good stalkers, astrologers, and psychics; however very few of you are in the latter profession because you refuse to acknowledge your clairvoyance.
You follow Scorpio Adam Ant’s views on sex. He said, “I like sex. My songs are about sex … sex is my life. I just find it the most exhilarating experience, and I think it should he done on stage.” You’d join his band if you could.
You are the most intense of all signs. Telling you to learn to go with the flow, or to lighten up, is ridiculous. Control is your forté. Learn to use it on yourself before running over your children, friends, and lovers with your steel-belted emotions and you’ll quickly discover that most people like to be around you because of the sheer force of your personality