Sonia

linguistics notes // decolonization · language revitalization

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Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda”, Averno

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ASTRO OBERVAciones

merc in gemini gives someone wit.

merc in 11th can indicate being good in foreign languages

cancers have a little walk they do. like they kinda scuffle, move slow. cancers give themselves away to me by their walk.

cancers also have a distinct mouth. it’s like their teeth and how protrudes out a little.

scorpio operates on an intense vibration. other signs will recognize the tension and may take offense. but that’s not always the intention. it makes one better tolerate the bullshit.

aries will say what everyone is thinking. even if it’s not polite. but it’s just pure expression, innocent almost.

gemini will say something just to make you mad. but will say something teasingly to show you’re above it.

leos can be surprisingly cold.

sagittarius to me has a noble spirit. esteem, honor and reputation. adventurous, exploration. but also want to have a good time and is not afraid to dive into the party.

sagittarius features are long, tall cheeks.

the most recognizable part of a sagittarius is their jovial and grandiose attitude towards things. it’s contagious. famous.

many presidents have had sun in 10th house.

stelliums run in the family / people who are close to you.

mars might give more to physical attributes than we’ve been lead to believe o.0

houses 1-6 are more small town / rural farm

houses 7-12 are more big city cosmopolitan

libra brings the divine to earth

virgo is the seeds that are sewn

the body we carry

sun in 12th feels like a repellent. like an energetic barrier is between you and how you relate to others. imposed space. lone wolf. like when you put the same sides of a magnet together, but with other ppl.

STAND YOUR GROUND

EVEN IF YOU shake & tremble

nimble nimble

jack be nimble

OH MY GOD

DO I HAVE

A PIMPLE

Fairywitch

"Though destined to be a fairy, this creature chose the way of the witch instead."

or were you all in a dream, amelie, amelie? tell me no // i almost lost it, i'll heal eventually. but faster if you're next to me, next to me

i had a premonition dream of mr jones i dated summer ‘23. it was truly the white trash love fantasy i always wanted. sucked it didn’t last longer.

but i had a dream jacob and i were putting art in the back of my car, paintings. at nighttime. real late at nightt. in an urban environment. i felt uneasy because it was late.

fast forward, i saw a gun and immediately jolted up. awake.

but what did it mean.

i didn’t carry art or paintings in my car for several months. i interpreted it i would get robbed while paintings were in my car.

looking back, i did get robbed in the end.

once i got closer to meeting my prince of cane run, i was confused. i hadn’t been talking to jacob. but i couldn’t help but think about the dream more and more. it was close to manifesting.

one night in old louisville, the dream comes true.

the baron of pleasure ridge,

side to side, with the prince of cane road. they put a painted, old

ikea bed headboard

in the back of my 2008 kia suv. it’s midnight.

*britney spears voice* holy fuck balls. i turn from my trunk, take it all in. ethereal. the dream is coming true.

jacob was just a substitute i guess because you can’t dream a face you haven’t seen. and they both were bottoms who couldn’t keep up the act. jacob sure ain’t shively though. cane run and i shared toxic habits and played a long game of cat and mouse, ensuing the borderline disorderly explosion. or episode.

but truthfully i see it was message from universe ou spirit, that i could not successfully integrate my drug addiction or drug use like i had been trying.

the best i could hope for was a sexy overweight but psychotically unstable, south side BOTTOM. bear. on drugs. security guard. bitch ass [REDACTED].

the end of the dream signaled the end of my summer fling, the summer i turned 27. the summer i became a MAN. jk unless.

on a warm, late june afternoon. my dad and three of his friends surround me, as we ascend his front yard. we walk up the pebbled concrete steps.

Lee knocks on the front door. we’re at the house of the man who had just held me hostage. bruised my neck. the week of our birthdays. odd timing. i have a bad history with birthdays though.

(psych ward @ 21)

we hear a bullet enter a chamber. cocked.

time to go.