ARIES MAR 20 — APR 19
Turns out trailer culture is a ruse. Literacy levels in 9 of the 10 largest trailer parks in the US are higher than 9 of the 10 most affluent neighborhoods in NYC. And all that ripped denim and Spam? It belies Paul Smith boxers and roasted fig chutney. How did this happen, Aries? Well, as we let our prejudices metastasize into truths, we lose sight of that which grows in front of our very eyes.
TAURUS APR 20 — MAY 20
Putting off today what you can do tomorrow ain’t always a bad thing. Eventually, those things that were never destined to get done (the unimportant things) are pushed off the to-do list till they slide into the great western sea of forgetfulness. Occasionally, Taurus, you get so obsessed with checking off your lists and chores that you just don’t live. Which is only one step away from dying.
GEMINI MAY 21 — JUNE 20
The white collar boy sits down to eat lunch beside the blue collar girl. The sun banks low off a Manhattan office building. Their hands touch accidently. She looks up, but where her eyes are supposed to be, are two tiny TVs! Ahhh! Gemini, wake up! You’re having that dream again, the one that ends with you flying through Times Square in your underwear. Lay off the chili before bed, ok?
CANCER JUNE 21 — JULY 22
Was that the piano tuner sneaking out your back door the other day? I thought you’d kicked the habit, Cancer. But I guess sometimes people just can’t break free of their addictions, and you’ll always be a piano user. Hey, Bill Burroughs lasted well into old age, and he tried every controlled substance known to man, so who’s to say you can’t out outlast a little Chopin? Play on piano man.
LEO JULY 23 — AUG 22
Have you ever raced washing machines? It’s pretty awesome. But what you fail to consider is the deleterious effect on the poor appliance. It turns out, Leo, that most machines only make three or four appearances in their careers, after which they are cruelly discarded like so many greyhounds. Leo, please don’t break my heart. I’m more than just a washing machine.
VIRGO AUG 23 — SEP 22
If only daily life came complete with its very own horn section to back up your comings and goings, your good times and your bad, a brassy, ballsy boomp-boomp to match your strut and shuffle. Well now it can, Virgo! All you have to do is use the unlimited power of your imagination! Or wait. Why don’t you just break down and buy one of those MP3 listening devices, you cheap bastard.
LIBRA SEP 23 — OCT 22
You need a swear jar. You know, every time you say a bad word you throw in a quarter and at the end of the year you take all the money and buy a big plastic bottle filled with tequila, and then you think your friends will come get drunk with you but they don’t. What were we talking about, Libra? Oh yeah. The only way to be honest with your lover is to be honest with yourself. Whatever.
SCORPIO OCT 23 — NOV 21
What happens when you’re all grown up and you’re still not what you’re supposed to be? Do you crawl into the back of the closet deep beneath that slightly rank pile of laundry? No, you don’t Scorpio, because you’re a hell of a lot tougher than that. The main problem here, is that your lifelong dream of being a famous explorer is just not realistic. Recalibrate your goals my friend.
SAGITTARIUS NOV 22 — DEC 21
What happens when you find out your secret hideout isn’t so secret? You start to cry right? The invasion of personal sanctuary is no small matter, Sagittarius, it can be deeply, psychically damaging for all involved. But on the flip side, inviting someone to share your hidden fort creates the possibility for tremendous spiritual growth. So which will it be? Invasion or invitation? It’s up to you.
CAPRICORN DEC 22 — JAN 19
One rarely hears of the greatest mail carrier of all time, one Romi Dismey — and it’s a damn shame. Dismey, also a Capricorn, will go down in the postal annals (not a pretty place) for her heroic delivery of a single, perfect rose to a dying child in the middle of an ice storm. The amazing thing was that the tag on the flower said only: “To her who needs it most.” [Weeps softly into screen.]
AQUARIUS JAN 20 — FEB 18
Nobody gives good curse anymore. These days it’s all, “may your documents become disorganized,” or “pass me the olive terrine.” These are not curses people! Aquarius, whatever happened to, “may your testicles turn green and float,” or “thy gaze shall ruin love”? Must the passing of time dull the bright edge of human vengeance? You’ve got grudges — embrace the old-school curse.
PISCES FEB 19 — MAR 20
Maybe it’s all going to be ok, Pisces. Last year was a tough one for a lot of people. But the oh-six promises to be a mind-blowing thrill ride of cyclonic proportions! But I strongly advise you wear a helmet, because even though everybody loves it when the good times roll, there are scary moments when they roll over us and crush us. And crushing is bad. Bad for people. So... helmet?