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About Me

You are The Moon

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.

The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.

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A SHORT STORY BY MY POOKAYeeeahh... I'm gonna need you to go ahead and come in on Saturday... Current mood: bouncy Category: Dreams and the Supernatural...Moe Moe and Pooksa returned from the magical land of fairies and queens hung-over and elated. They saw the smoke from the distance but paid no mind...Honestly, their brains just weren't functioning all that well.The turned the corner and their eyes tried to focus on the carnage... Moe Moe slammed on the brakes and she and Pooksa lurched forward in their seats... They stared at the scene before them in disbelief.A smoldering crater now lay where the Manor once stood... They got out of the car for closer inspection.The dust was still settling... Peacock feathers floated back down to Earth in a depressing fashion... Chunks of dead coy lay tossed about haphazardly... Next to a piece of lawn chair lie the remnants of Portugal's keys.....They investigated further... They came across a portion of Greece's clipboard, the weekends staff lists still attached blowing listlessly in the breeze."What the hell happened?" Moe Moe asked, finally breaking the eerie silence."Don't know... Is that...?" Pooksa trailed off as she pointed up to a charred tree branch... Hanging from it was a hunk of scalp with some smoking red hair still attached."Yeah, that would probably be Red," Moe Moe stated matter of factly."Even after the building explodes she still finds time for a smoke break.""That was they gayest joke ever," Moe Moe said as she turned to face Pooksa.Pooksa hung her head in shame, "Sorry," she whispered meekly.A peacock feather landed on Pooksa's foot... They both stared at it."Do you speak bird?" Moe Moe reminisced."Apparently, not anymore," Pooksa replied.They stared at each other for only a moment before bursting into hysterical laughter... They danced around the rubble like children."Maybe one of the bride's finally got so worked up she exploded.""Maybe someone yelled at Portugal..and his head exploded.""Maybe Greece was modest about something and it threw off the equilibrium of the universe.""Maybe two brides saw each other and the four horsemen appeared."Shuffle... Crunch... Shuffle... Crunch...The sound drew their attention like A.D.D. to a blinking light.Out of the ashes, like a mythical phoenix, there he was.Comida waddled through the carnage towards them, muttering and stammering something under his breath.Pooksa and Moe Moe stared, mouths gaping at Comida's lumpy form."Hello," he acknowledged them through his mumbling.Pooksa and Moe Moe said nothing. Comida continued past them, mumbling under his breath... Only pieces of his ramblings were audible. "... I told him... told him... don't call me Shrek... I'm not a shrek... I'll blow up the building... told him... Don't call me a shrek... Not a shrek... Blow up..."

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Papa