TAURUS
Really? Was I that bad? I didn't even realize it at the time... I
honestly thought everybody loved me. But I guess what you're telling
me, Taurus, here in the cold light of day, the cigarette smoke curling
up over my top lip and deep into my brain, the alcohol fading slowly
into the back eddies of my bloodstream, is that I was an asshole last
night. Yeah, well so were you.
GEMINI
Why do they kill horses for things as minimal as a broken fetlock?
How can such a perfectly evolved creature, so well fit to do one thing
— run — be so disposable? Sometimes, Gemini, even taking
the briefest moment to think about the world can cripple you with
sadness. That's why it's important to work. I'm not talking any fancy
St. Benedict "work as virtue" shit, I mean get a job. Loser.
CANCER
My true love gave me golden boots to cross the vaulted sky. My true
love gave me a silver cape that I might hide from darkest rain. My true
love gave me a ruby crown that I might pass the Bridge of Sighs. My
true love gave me a magic beer to dull the aching pain. My true love
also gave me a pretty serious headache, so that didn't really
work out. Don't be fooled by fancy gifts, Cancer.
LEO
Are you just making shit up as you go along, Leo? Faking your way
through every moment of every day to the extent that you're losing
track of what's real and what's fake? Well, here's an important message
for you: the line between "fake" and "real" is an antiquated construct
devised to maintain a mass immiserated class of workers with no real
freedom or franchise. So you're good, dude.
VIRGO
Once, my Uncle Susan ran out into a giant electrical storm with the
intent of getting himself struck by lightning. He had this theory that
God resides in electricity and that the only way to approach
transcendence on the terrestrial plane is to fill your body with pure
energy. He is now dead. I can't stress enough, Virgo, the importance of
considering the consequences of your actions.
LIBRA
Dude, it's not lame to go to bed at 10pm. As the Buddha said, you
gotta eat when you're hungry and sleep when you're tired. The key here,
though, is that you shouldn't eat when you're not hungry (not to
mention that excessive napping and/or sleeping is a sure sign of
depression). Listen to your body, Libra, it knows a lot about itself
(but ignore your brain, it is devious and needy).
SCORPIO
Breakfast in bed is more trouble than it's worth: crumbs end up in
your pillow case and live there for weeks; egg yolks travel up the
headboard in viscous amarillo streaks; thrice-roasted Columbian blend
seeps deep into the mattress, caffeinating your dreams... My point,
Scorpio, is that sometimes luxury is actually a burden. As Spiro Agnew
said: "If you ain't got nothing, you're a poor."
SAGITTARIUS
I've always wondered what kind of guy our Sun is. I mean, he's just
one in a billion, like the rest of us, hanging out, trying to get his
work done each day (and solar days are loooong). Does he even
realize he's sustaining all this life? And if he did, would he care? Is
he popular, or is he thought of by the other stars as a little
déclassé? And is it weird, Sagittarius, that I'm worried
about his mood?
CAPRICORN
The hot times are upon us, Capricorn. This is good because: people
wear less clothing, which is totally sexytimes all around; bars and
restaurants open their windows and put their tables outside, so you can
watch the sexy people; you can let your exotic pets outside. This is
bad because: you will be covered in sweat; your friends will be covered
in sweat; your exotic pets will be covered in sweat.
AQUARIUS
How fine your garden grows, Aquarius! How broad are your leaves! How
bright are your strawberries! How sweet are your peaches! Is this
starting to sound like sexy talk? I guess the sap is rising all over
the place, don't you know. Well, you should give in. Just do it. Get
carnal. Don't think. Have fun. Let it go. Cut loose. You'll only ever
be this age once, so you might as well dive in.
PISCES
Sure, we live in boxes. I get the conceit: "Modern life is
compartmentalized and our lives are reduced to infinitely regressive
units of time and oh how it's all so dehumanizing and wouldn't it be
great if we all lived like Arcadian shepherds tootling in the hills of
Samothrace." Fuck that, Pisces — I like my box. It has my chair
in it, and my books. Can't we just be happy with that?