:: Monday, November 10, 2003
they say there's this curse..
this thing you hear about in whispered corners..
this thing they call "Saturn's Return"..
apparently, as you creep closer and closer to the 28th year of life..
Saturn returns to your astrological angle of ya.. um.. I dunno chart thingy..
either way, astrologically speaking "Saturn" is the stern disapproving father figure type thing.. never quite understood that really.. coz I always thought father's were like these mellow philosophical kinda chill-out dudes who get waaay too into the nutty meditation n yoga and making weird sandwich combinations of chopped garlic and codliver oil... (no wait, that's just my father..)
either way.. "Saturn's Return" is meant to be a right bitch..
coz, it's there at ya birth.. overseeing it and all..
and then it fucks off.. doing it's little thing..
only to return in 28 years..
only.. it's real angry or some shit..
like.. when it ran off.. you invited all ya buddies..
had a big fucken party..
and now there's weird stains on the ceiling.. and 1/2 the walls are missing..
it's a time when everyone starts freakin'.. coz like the "father" is angry over how much they've made a total mess of their lives at this point.. even tho'.. really, you haven't.. (or HAVE you?)
seeds of doubt creep in..
sneak up behind you..
and whallop you in the back of the head with a coconut..
like a midlife crisis.. only 10% the fat..
I dunno.. I've heard this..
and, somehow.. I sense it around the corner..
trying to sow seeds of paranoia..
get me freakin'..
I've got my master plan..
I'm confident this'll all work for the good..
that sneaky bastard Saturn..
he's gettin' me all worked up with doubt..
damn you Saturn..
and you're funny looking rings!
I laugh at them..
(and then I run away and hide..)
:: Spoz 5:22 AM |