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sentences from amrit brarโs shitty horoscopes series.ย you may adjust as needed.
BOOK I: SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS
โ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. โ
โ nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time, and honestly theyโre probably better off that way. โ
โ busy yourself with the affairs of the living, for once.. โ
โ the answer is no. โ
โ ohhh boy. you. fuck you. yes, you specifically. โ
โ delete your search history. โ
โ please practice blinking as others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. โ
โ what did you ever do to deserve this? in all probability, something terrible. โ
โ you are a crayon. get out of the toolbox. โ
โ none will love the butcher. donโt take it too personally. โ
โ some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen. โ
โ take a long shower. wash your hair. wash the clothes you were wearing. wash the memories from your mind and body. โ
โ frostbite is considerably difficult to heal from. โ
โ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. โ
โ HELLFIRE HELLFIRE HELLIRE. โ
โ people would take your raging far more seriously if you werenโt crying the entire time. โ
โ what made you so vindictive? โ
โ some bodies may be temples, but all are ruins at your feet. โ
โ your contempt will always taste like grief. โ
โ in the process your body is subsumed piece by piece. โ
โ you are the bone-deep fury of an abscessed tooth. โ
โ you are notorious for rubbing salt in the wound. cheap vodka in the wound. battery acid in the wound! โ
โ vehicular arson is not the answer. โ
BOOK III: PETTY EXISTENTIAL CRISES
โ the sooner you accept your impending expiration, the sooner you can stop trying to swallow the sun. โ
โ embrace the inevitable. snuggle with the inevitable. take the inevitable out to a nice, candle-lit dinner. โ
โ there are forces outside of your control. most of them donโt care for you. โ
โ when it all goes to hell just remember itโs whatโs inside that counts (though many would not find you very appetizing). โ
โ not all things have significance, which is scary. the things you overlooked tend to have the most, which is scarier. โ
โ your teeth are only porcelain, your ribcage simply glass. like all delicate things, they can know no permanence. โ
โ in time youโll learn that โjustโ and โrightโ only mean the same thing when theyโre coming from very specific people. please donโt cry. โ
โ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. โ
โ sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places (what the fuck is it going between your teeth). โ
โ nothing can stay. โ
โ you can put all the flowers in your mouth that you fucking want, but dying is dying and rot is rot. โ
โ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. โ
โ lay them to rest. โ
โ they are there, hovering nervously. you will watch the skies. you will wait. โ
โ there will be scrapes and sutures: viciousness and victory. โ
โ a cacophony of awe and joy and terror. โ
โ an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs. โ
โ you will not be swayed by the morally destitute. โ
โ decay will feed the bloom. โ
โ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. โ
โ twisting/screaming/uncompromising. every inch. every iota. โ
โ once, answers were found in mouths, bathtubs, and bottles. this time around, get inventive. โ
โ lies you have told yourself: your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. โ
โ decorating your meltdowns is all well and good, but a trainwreck is a trainwreck and it might be time to get a paramedic. โ
โ they tell you โthere i nothing to fear but fear itself,โ but you have seen yourself in the mirror. โ
โ you may have been gutted but you mouth is soft, your tongue is silver, and your teeth are gemstones cut to size. โ
โ itโs less like biting off more than you can chew, and more like dislocating your jaw. โ
โ even spectres can tire. โ
โ seeing yourself for who you really are would be great if you knew where to start looking. โ
โ it pays to kill with kindness when youโre your own worst enemy. โ
โ youโre only armed to the teeth because youโre more brittle than youโd care to admit. โ
โ your ego cannot afford cremation or caskets. โ
โ frequent tastes of your own medicine can get poisonous real quick. โ
โ self reflection is important! whether you like what you see is up for debate. whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. โ
โ you are a quiet god, and your hunger is cavernous. โ
โ at times your body is simply a prison laid in gold. โ
โ death, dust, party, repeat. โ
โ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. โ
โ youโre only as lucky as your expectations are low. โ
โ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. โ
โ if seeing is believing you might be in some trouble. โ
โ suspend belief. expel fear. throw reason into a frigid cell, never to be seen again. โ
โ killing the monsters is the easy bit. itโs finding them thatโs the hard part. โ
โ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. โ
โ a mouthful of ashes bested by a life of smoke and mirrors. โ
โ whatโs to be gained from the keeping the heaviest of treasures behind your teeth? โ
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