Opinions are dogshit.
I am of the waning moon. I am Set. I come alive when all are asleep. I push past other’s peak. My energy is a deep reservoir. I know no limits, no bounds, and I’m dictated by my subconscious. I have a ruthless self-conflicting critic. I get mad at myself because it’s easier than starting conflict. I hate war, but I have been locked in a bitter battle as of late. I keep people at a distance because they lose all their mystery, and attraction, up close. I am attracted to secrets, healing, and alleviating human suffering through surreptitious spaces . I do not express myself directly, for this paragraph is the perfect example of it. I am the mars in the last house of un-doing. I am a twelfth house enigma. I work best alone. I hate people too much to ever value their opinions. People don’t ever know what the fuck they are talking about. They think that they do, but it is really all hollowness. Living in a society is not an excuse for accepting mediocrity. Living in a society is not an excu...