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People who truly love us can be divided into two categories: those who understand us, and those who forgive us our worst sins. Rarely do you find someone capable of both.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

First off, this is an extremely useful image for anyone interested in the actual constellations associated with each sign. I want to credit allthesky.com for the beautiful image.I hope all of you have a cute little camp fire together and try to find your signs together.

Ah but you see, there are two *kinds* of asshole—the classically trained, lousy youth/resent everything and everyone/ happy-to-fuck-up–your- day-because-all-my-days- are- shit kind. Then you have the rarer but far more dangerous naturally talented assholes who needed no training at all to be awful from the very first day of their lives. They popped out of their mothers annoying and they never stopped.

I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Churches are good for prayer, but so are garages and cars and mountains and showers and dance floors.