This morning, i woke up to what i thought were really heavy and fat raindrops. Lovely! We could use a cool down.
Instead, with 0 deg 22' until the anaretic Aries Moon crossed the threshold to kiss fresh Jupiter in Taurus... outside smoke drafted up thru my window.
Ah shit OHkay where are my journals and notes? Time to scoot. It's about time this old building burnt down. I put some pants on quick to see if the restaurant below is, indeed, on fire.
It's 05:07, what in the Heck, who in the Frick, is setting a gddamn CHAIR ON FIRE IN THE ALLEYWAY??
It's big-campfire or small-bonfire size, depending on your perspective. I don't call it in.
Back up the stairs to my place, and already the firefighters are there dousing it and noting the camera on the adjacent building.
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The expired comfort of a chair. The flames of a last-ditch effort for unadulterated destruction.
I see you Moon. I see you Jupiter. And I see you, Pluto square.
Letting the embers of yesterday flare wildly before the cows come home to feed on roots fed by minerals - potash released via fearful oxygenation - the benefit of cyclical living and dying.
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Seeing smoke in humid air. Hearing crackles of regeneration.
Too bad there's no grass on the asphalt. Better luck for the heifers elsewhere.
