Post by R Brown on Dec 28, 2004 18:40:13 GMT -5
Dear Mr. Bach,
I am personally sorry that I'm a nut, but you inspired me, nonetheless, and I know no one who lets ferrets crawl on his head hurts anything, but, then, a man once dressed as Batman and picketed the Y, and, well,he had a flimsy regard for life, including mine. Still, though I've enjoyed mine, Mama Cass fashion at times - I'm happy to be so sad or something, maybe life's not all it's cracked up to be...still, times two, I like it.
So, as I read Linda Goodman's books, given to me this Christmas, I realize the tragedy of this beautiful Gemini so like yourself. Her daughter disappeared, and, yet, she wrote these books...with wisdom, turning the rock of truth into a flaming, watery, airy wheel of life fit to encompass Ezekial's own vision.
Anyway, reading the book, why would a my own once lover, not seek to protect, but encourage one to walk on icy ledges? Not you...he didn't cusp with Gemini, of course, but he was a Cancer, too. Then, again, why are my Scorpion sister and nephew such lovely creatures, though both frightening, and, post-Mr. Cancer, kinda hard to trust.
Now, you're a Gemini/Cancer cusp, with a bit in Scorpio besides I'd guess, and, anyway, you fly in the sky and carry ferrets on your shoulder.
So, please forgive me everyone I ever offended...I just get nutty and stuff occurs to me, and then I feel guilty and get all honest.
I'm an Aquarian, and why would an Aquarian work with poor people, domestic violence victims, abused inmates, and disabled people, stricken with HIV, but, then, be struck with paranoid delusions, neither of which make me a delusional paranoid. Well, I dunno, but my sun ascendant's in Leo, with an Aries moon, and a Virgo North node, and the opposite for the South. Nothing in Mercury, and Venus is negatively configured, though I can't remember why, exactly.
I kinda don't think you want the answer to why I'm a flake who helps and hurts, so I gave a bunch of astrological mumbo-jumbo folks, and nobody else does either, so struck with one of my weirdo thought storms, I'll just say, "Sorry."
I am personally sorry that I'm a nut, but you inspired me, nonetheless, and I know no one who lets ferrets crawl on his head hurts anything, but, then, a man once dressed as Batman and picketed the Y, and, well,he had a flimsy regard for life, including mine. Still, though I've enjoyed mine, Mama Cass fashion at times - I'm happy to be so sad or something, maybe life's not all it's cracked up to be...still, times two, I like it.
So, as I read Linda Goodman's books, given to me this Christmas, I realize the tragedy of this beautiful Gemini so like yourself. Her daughter disappeared, and, yet, she wrote these books...with wisdom, turning the rock of truth into a flaming, watery, airy wheel of life fit to encompass Ezekial's own vision.
Anyway, reading the book, why would a my own once lover, not seek to protect, but encourage one to walk on icy ledges? Not you...he didn't cusp with Gemini, of course, but he was a Cancer, too. Then, again, why are my Scorpion sister and nephew such lovely creatures, though both frightening, and, post-Mr. Cancer, kinda hard to trust.
Now, you're a Gemini/Cancer cusp, with a bit in Scorpio besides I'd guess, and, anyway, you fly in the sky and carry ferrets on your shoulder.
So, please forgive me everyone I ever offended...I just get nutty and stuff occurs to me, and then I feel guilty and get all honest.
I'm an Aquarian, and why would an Aquarian work with poor people, domestic violence victims, abused inmates, and disabled people, stricken with HIV, but, then, be struck with paranoid delusions, neither of which make me a delusional paranoid. Well, I dunno, but my sun ascendant's in Leo, with an Aries moon, and a Virgo North node, and the opposite for the South. Nothing in Mercury, and Venus is negatively configured, though I can't remember why, exactly.
I kinda don't think you want the answer to why I'm a flake who helps and hurts, so I gave a bunch of astrological mumbo-jumbo folks, and nobody else does either, so struck with one of my weirdo thought storms, I'll just say, "Sorry."