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hummingwolf) wrote2005-02-02 01:09 am
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Who needs a horoscope when you can have a HAL-o-scope?
Yes, it has happened at last: Your favorite pseudopoet and your favorite pseudoscience are together at last! Please do be sure to heed the wisdom of MegaHAL today, taking his words to heart at least as much as you would the words of your local newspaper's astrologer. Your life will be better for it, really.
Aries: a string around your finger at me
you know how to live with the other see--
lovely sunlight,
field and tree,
gaze at the rain.
then be not coy, but use your time,
and slowly read, and remain
i'll keep them in up to the undeniable
clamor of the hypotenuse.
Taurus: a friend has bailed you out into the sea, that st. Joseph of
arimathea landed, and built the great and their intensity
with deep shadows in each pew
held myself above the chokeweed:
today, against all odds
someone has pulled a gleaming table to their ruby lips
and heart upon the air!
Gemini: you are dreaming of storm, and of their own ability. Essentially, they feel they can secrete wax to build the new
but at my heart.
it's heaven's mystery
of ourselves, but collected. We point
in the bad moon rising
in buoyancy afloat. They see no more left of the world.
Cancer: a little time is here already
the yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the farm
and she'll wait for me and we shall be laid.
Leo: your world is airtight
yet proud like that, fearful
in the land of the child from streets of london
i'll skip around like a feather
as gaping as this yawn.
wordy, tedious debates,
war guilt, liberalism,
all the kin and clansmen of menelaus in his hand
for prey to view.
be thankful if
a big potato, fat and sweet,
your bones they take the place of being on a yellow wood,
the walls must be part of
once in the looking-glass
and my heart
it looks like--i have.
Virgo: moderation is the night-wind, down the high gates,
blazing bright by night,
sigh through the green grass,
thirst in the unimaginative. Here i have
clean fingernails.
Libra: your head is tilted back and watch you turn away
clear to the everlasting gods
a medium flame, stirring frequently. Sauce will start to
the road, the clover,
but didn't convince me. Those tears froze.
six o'clock.
the big bones and the magical mouse
is but a rim of the west, ruffling over the lamp we use.
it's emptiness that fills me with your heart and kernel--do receive
their bikes to other worlds
abandoning the home fires of a kite flying white wind against a sweating wall.
that place among the meadow flowers.
Scorpio: a favor may seem full and deep
like a virgin
when you were still dressed to impress audiences
with just a question of trust
it's a seed pod into a crowd of the ocean.
And the best blossom
over the grass,
horses, cows, or sheep, even debris
to suffer no diminution
of fires lighted in the tide.
leaving behind nights of terror and pleasure,
ardent junk, passionate congress
filled with sleeping birds
is the nature of their
own good. Sagittarius' most enduring trait is their song
in its fallow, stone-heaped corner.
Capricorn: everything looks better on tv. In real life, you can jive, having the time of long ago,
in hopes to gain power and control,
as rosy as the strings of broken glass to sweep out gutters,
drown the cats. Where are you going now?
Aquarius: you are witty and bright,
you can count to three
and troubled and smiling dim
as if there is anything that distinguishes trigonometry from the tip
of dear things still there--still there.
Pisces: you'll never learn if you ask why i am a lake. A woman bends over me,
catch-me-if-you-can!
i linger yet with nature, for the rim
changed every moment as we take manhattan, then we take berlin.
just for the heck of it (or the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nalidoll of it), a long Pisces poem:
Pisces: your support base is stronger than the horn
that women are shallow as fountains.
women make lies out of view
of the inner, outer, and secret deeds;
i shall but love thee with the live souls
of the fire but it's you i love the lips,
i saw them cease to chase
each transient triumph on the street
say hello to you in this life, even so?
i must learn to let folks know
is one which has a mind to bite greedily
into tassels of silk.
he is gorged with sunlight and the mouths broken
and candles and baked bread
she showered sweet oblivion over the righteous and the sprinkled streets,
clutching my shopping bags; i fit my key into
the busy passing scene. Duality is their most famous reindeer of all?
rudolph the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
so they can secrete wax to build the world so clear before
you look happy to know
lemon and lime ain't the way i never see him coming, i've had
surrendered, found adolf hitler and could see and i are one
word that will protect you
except what happens when real life
of your dream, from the grief that dance and laugh and lie,
love, the reeling midnight through,
they sleep like little brown shack we called our own
nor for outcasts cast by the qualified
electorate. In some, the particles
of the world, a naked grubby thing,
though, like a dull rumor of some sort or other representational
forms.
stained glass is out of me,--let fall
a lone sparrow set up thorn and briar
in autumn
look, on my old
when suddenly i turned again to camelot,
after a few vegetables,
never show your heart.
Aries: a string around your finger at me
you know how to live with the other see--
lovely sunlight,
field and tree,
gaze at the rain.
then be not coy, but use your time,
and slowly read, and remain
i'll keep them in up to the undeniable
clamor of the hypotenuse.
Taurus: a friend has bailed you out into the sea, that st. Joseph of
arimathea landed, and built the great and their intensity
with deep shadows in each pew
held myself above the chokeweed:
today, against all odds
someone has pulled a gleaming table to their ruby lips
and heart upon the air!
Gemini: you are dreaming of storm, and of their own ability. Essentially, they feel they can secrete wax to build the new
but at my heart.
it's heaven's mystery
of ourselves, but collected. We point
in the bad moon rising
in buoyancy afloat. They see no more left of the world.
Cancer: a little time is here already
the yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the farm
and she'll wait for me and we shall be laid.
Leo: your world is airtight
yet proud like that, fearful
in the land of the child from streets of london
i'll skip around like a feather
as gaping as this yawn.
wordy, tedious debates,
war guilt, liberalism,
all the kin and clansmen of menelaus in his hand
for prey to view.
be thankful if
a big potato, fat and sweet,
your bones they take the place of being on a yellow wood,
the walls must be part of
once in the looking-glass
and my heart
it looks like--i have.
Virgo: moderation is the night-wind, down the high gates,
blazing bright by night,
sigh through the green grass,
thirst in the unimaginative. Here i have
clean fingernails.
Libra: your head is tilted back and watch you turn away
clear to the everlasting gods
a medium flame, stirring frequently. Sauce will start to
the road, the clover,
but didn't convince me. Those tears froze.
six o'clock.
the big bones and the magical mouse
is but a rim of the west, ruffling over the lamp we use.
it's emptiness that fills me with your heart and kernel--do receive
their bikes to other worlds
abandoning the home fires of a kite flying white wind against a sweating wall.
that place among the meadow flowers.
Scorpio: a favor may seem full and deep
like a virgin
when you were still dressed to impress audiences
with just a question of trust
it's a seed pod into a crowd of the ocean.
And the best blossom
over the grass,
horses, cows, or sheep, even debris
to suffer no diminution
of fires lighted in the tide.
leaving behind nights of terror and pleasure,
ardent junk, passionate congress
filled with sleeping birds
is the nature of their
own good. Sagittarius' most enduring trait is their song
in its fallow, stone-heaped corner.
Capricorn: everything looks better on tv. In real life, you can jive, having the time of long ago,
in hopes to gain power and control,
as rosy as the strings of broken glass to sweep out gutters,
drown the cats. Where are you going now?
Aquarius: you are witty and bright,
you can count to three
and troubled and smiling dim
as if there is anything that distinguishes trigonometry from the tip
of dear things still there--still there.
Pisces: you'll never learn if you ask why i am a lake. A woman bends over me,
catch-me-if-you-can!
i linger yet with nature, for the rim
changed every moment as we take manhattan, then we take berlin.
just for the heck of it (or the
nalidoll of it), a long Pisces poem:Pisces: your support base is stronger than the horn
that women are shallow as fountains.
women make lies out of view
of the inner, outer, and secret deeds;
i shall but love thee with the live souls
of the fire but it's you i love the lips,
i saw them cease to chase
each transient triumph on the street
say hello to you in this life, even so?
i must learn to let folks know
is one which has a mind to bite greedily
into tassels of silk.
he is gorged with sunlight and the mouths broken
and candles and baked bread
she showered sweet oblivion over the righteous and the sprinkled streets,
clutching my shopping bags; i fit my key into
the busy passing scene. Duality is their most famous reindeer of all?
rudolph the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
so they can secrete wax to build the world so clear before
you look happy to know
lemon and lime ain't the way i never see him coming, i've had
surrendered, found adolf hitler and could see and i are one
word that will protect you
except what happens when real life
of your dream, from the grief that dance and laugh and lie,
love, the reeling midnight through,
they sleep like little brown shack we called our own
nor for outcasts cast by the qualified
electorate. In some, the particles
of the world, a naked grubby thing,
though, like a dull rumor of some sort or other representational
forms.
stained glass is out of me,--let fall
a lone sparrow set up thorn and briar
in autumn
look, on my old
when suddenly i turned again to camelot,
after a few vegetables,
never show your heart.
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not only did it make sense to me (heh.. yeah, no surprise), but it quoted Leonard Cohen for me!!!!!
yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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When i get when i saw the city, and the creature with a dead bird,
whose delicate brain stem
he sees you creeping up
watching as the present while i try
keep shufflin' in a movie
hot time, get it while it's easy
to be shade cast time and again i ventured near;
and thus ruin the true mode of being a pisces may not always
how the trees are always in his praise.
[of possible interest because of the Aerosmith song that sneaks in there. and then there's the woman who sneaks in here:]
Pisces: you have better things for you
so, what difference does it to ophelia--and reprimands
the window high in space.
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