Scorpio for July 10th:

“”Dear Dr. Brezsny: Reading your ‘scopes lately has felt like finding a roll of hundred dollar bills in a heap of moldy sour cream in a garbage can; like getting a great massage from a cute underwear model in a velvet sanctuary while some jerk with a chainsaw prunes trees outside. How about serving up less paradoxical advice? I’d almost prefer getting a purely bad prediction to this maddening ambiguous stuff you’ve been serving up. -Scorpio Goddess” Dear Goddess: I’m just reporting the facts, ma’am. You yourself have been like a sleek athlete trying to do what you do best while stuffing your face with doughnuts . . . like a brilliant scholar struggling to read your books in a mirror with one eye closed . . . like a spontaneous kid hoping to convince a humorless octogenarian to play tag.”

Compliments of FreeWill Astrology

Otherwise known as “Don’t counteract your goals with destructive decisions”. *nods*

Scorpio for July 10th:

“”Dear Dr. Brezsny: Reading your ‘scopes lately has felt like finding a roll of hundred dollar bills in a heap of moldy sour cream in a garbage can; like getting a great massage from a cute underwear model in a velvet sanctuary while some jerk with a chainsaw prunes trees outside. How about serving up less paradoxical advice? I’d almost prefer getting a purely bad prediction to this maddening ambiguous stuff you’ve been serving up. -Scorpio Goddess” Dear Goddess: I’m just reporting the facts, ma’am. You yourself have been like a sleek athlete trying to do what you do best while stuffing your face with doughnuts . . . like a brilliant scholar struggling to read your books in a mirror with one eye closed . . . like a spontaneous kid hoping to convince a humorless octogenarian to play tag.”

Compliments of FreeWill Astrology

Otherwise known as “Don’t counteract your goals with destructive decisions”. *nods*