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CAT
Toro, toro, toro!! You've got a bullfight day in front of you today, dear sir or madam! Breathe deep. Feel the aggression you have inside you flood your veins. Let yourself groove with the surliness, the way you want to just jump in there and trample that arrogant little runt of a toreador. The nerve! He thinks he can pierce you with those tiny little picadors that hang out of your neck and back, bleeding - grrr!! - 'cause you're pierced. The outrage! What won't kill you will make you - uhhh - fiercer! It's your toreador day, dear. Snort, whiffle, lather up. Just don't actually put yourself in harm's way. Let the toreador do his nasty little dance alone. You can channel this edginess in some way other than self-destructiveness, can't you? Yeah, you bet you can. Play this game to win. The game is all you've got, after all.
DIAMOND RING
The way we breathe together is quite special. You're not a thing or a person. You are a ghostly presence in the back of my mind. That's okay. So what does this mean on a day like today? What omen do you portend? What does that mean, anyway? We're together, still together. That is a beautiful thought in and of itself. Do you know how many people have embarked on a quest for unity? Some refer to Plato's Phaedrus. Others look to religion. I look to you, my friend, my dear, my doppelganger. Perhaps one day we'll actually meet each other.
SATIN GLOVE
This prediction will probably seem bleak and grim to everyone but you. That's because you're a special person, my dear -- you're the kind of person who can make a gray, doggy day seem bright, shiny and new. You turn rusty wire into untarnishable gold. You make dry, dead foliage spring up anew as bright, delightful, sweet-scented blooms of flowers. Your severe exterior masks a kind-hearted soul who will be rewarded for keeping the faith. No matter what the circumstances, the sun always rises, glorious, brilliant, in jewel-like tones. You see it, even when the rest of the world is held captive by fear and hunger. It will be a good day for you today.
DEAD FISH
Lilypads are good when you're sitting on top of them. Don't lean too far to one side or the other, though -- you're likely to get wet! You're just a hop away from the places you'd like to be. You have positioned yourself quite well. Think of how you managed to do that. Give yourself some credit -- it's okay to pat yourself on the back! You possess agility, dexterity, and a good set of leg muscles. Best of all, you have a warm heart.
ROSE OR BEAUTIFUL FLOWER
You will feel the diaphanous textures of joy flit in and out of your life today. Think of places you've been and where you'd like to go. Now, improve upon your pleasant imaginings a thousand-fold. You deserve the very best because you are the best sort of soul in the world. You are kind, humorous, good-natured, sensitive, and wise. The brusqueness others sometimes observe is nothing more than a bristly carapace you use as a Mardi Gras mask for the days you want to wallow in id. You're a sweetheart. The evening will be even better than tomorrow's glorious morning.
SHOVEL
Every day is a Birth Day. Your life, your future, reborn. The sun pink like a newborn head. The mind exaggerates that one pop in the spinal column; my belief in inarticulate joy intermingles with inexorable "discomfort" euphemistically called so. With birth comes dread. I can't protect myself. How can I protect a sentient being? In spite of the world's failures, new beginnings are hope held out -- a plush pink teddy bear, a tiny stocking cap hand-knitted by women recently widowed, a room freshly wallpapered pink and blue. Identity is what we make it -- an essential duality: l'enfant terrible / gullible savant. I look for a road home, but all I find are pathways scattered with wrapping paper and fading silk flowers. Language refuses. Limits hang on the horizon in spite of a setting sun like a baby's head. Today you will be rebirthed and will come alive, renewed. Ridiculously hairy.
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