Virgo 2° (August 24)

Saturday. I am really in something of a spindown—I recognize the signs. I’m feeling sad and anxious and fearful and on edge all at the same time. Heading into town this morning and I can barely face the most minimum of interacton. We will just go from Post Office to Bank and I will remain in the car and fantasize about how to kill off some pain. I know there will be quick trips to the stores later since I can’t bear the notion of even a supermarket today. It’s not that deep. Zen and the art of chilling. What happened to trip hop? I think it became irrelevant. I don’t want my life hijacked by an anomaly like the orange menance. I cannot believe they are getting away with the Epstein-Barr scenario. Soar too close the Sun. Why can’t they fall like Icarus. I will get a a few more books edited and filled out. If I am scared of dying I cannot live. We met in Firenze in September. I was staying at a pensione that doubled as a whore house. At the Uffizio this fellow, Adrian, who I would then look up over Christmas and he would take me to the Black Cap in Camden. I never knew where I was in those days. I wish my stomach was smaller. It seems to bloat up just about every time I do anything. I am seriously in the mood for a complete switcheroo.

Which reminds me: That Lee Krasner exhibition in London really was spectacular. We will afford to live in Paris as part of our process this year and I seriously can’t wait. Because my brain is so scrambled and I’m also scrambling to finish these books I’m not exactly in the best place emotionally but I will come out of it in coming days I’m sure. I just need to take a major break. And now word that we are going to have family visiting this week, which isn’t a great time. But when is it ever. I don’t understand how my inlaws can drive themselve hundreds of miles to see horse races but have a hard time negotiating just, say, going out to dinner. Something is definitely up with them. P. received the bag S. sent her and that is a very good thing. We also saw a scan of a client’s gestating fetus which was pretty awesome.Somethings one just need never worry about. I don’t know who I was talking to, somebody, when I said you really can’t think about that. I think it was Deb. I was vibing on a teacher. I was kind of psychic in that meeting, but then again I always seem to be with her. There was a weird presence who popped in which isn’t always that fun I have to admit. It’s just after three three days later. I really only have a little bit of time to sit here and talk to you today. My struggles are the same, just as are my goals. I just need to get out of these damn woods. Like out out out. I have to make some major moves today and bring in some dosh. Dash for dosh, dash. It will all come right in the end; and I have made major moves to help others get their groove on. Anything can happen in a fortnight. That has long been my philosophy. And, especially by way of purging, it’s a great time to get the toxins out. A lady at the gas station today had a volkswagon Thing. Looking forward to creating some major revenue streams. Go down the line of the Sparklers and make sure they know about the party. This is a fun to do I think. Something else I can do is see who likes my stuff on AF IG.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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