#scorpioic

[mooneoos]

The signs as Goncharov

Aries

Mario Ambrosini

Taurus

Katya 

Gemini

Andrey Daddano

Taurus

Vitali Kopov

cancer

Dancer (2)

Leo

Joseph Tutillo

Virgo

Olga Zavicha

Libra

Dancer (1)

Scorpio

Ice-pick Joe

Sagittarius

Dmitri Kopov

Capricorn

the random woman in the clock dream at 1:47:24

Aquarius

Goncharov

Pisces

Sophia

#astrology #goncharov #goncharov 1973 #katya #sophia x katya #sun signs #unreality #lynda carter #joe pesci #al pacino

[heylabodega]

My fingernails are bright red. Not blood red, not cherry red, more like jolly rancher red, ketchup red. Artificial red. I painted them at my desk this morning, with a quick dry nail polish, for the pleasure of all day afterwards looking down and seeing my siren (?) red nails. I left work a few minutes early and went to a bar in Brooklyn just off the C train that I used to go to with Eleanor. I ordered a martini, a “gin martini, with two olives, very dry,” a drink I love to order that as a bonus I also enjoy drinking. I wolfed down a burger with the kind of absorption normally ascribed to animals, hence the verb, ordered a second martini, and was full and happy and tipsy and in control. I read my book. I left and picked up some books I had on hold at the library. I picked up my laundry in more sore arms.

The hard ab workout I did last night made me think of this thing. This guy I was seeing, a long long time ago, he kind of treated me sweetly but dismissively, patronizingly maybe. I don’t know how to describe it. Like we talked about books and about feelings and about all kinds of things but he somehow thought my naivete was the same as stupidity or he thought I was small OR, more generously, he correctly assessed that I was too young and trusting to understand or stand up to his ironic scorpioic personality. Anyways one night we were walking somewhere and talking and he jokingly poked me in the stomach and I felt his finger encounter my ab muscles and there was this split frozen second of surprise where he caught my eye, not sure where to fit that solidness into his picture of me and I smiled, for once with the upper hand, and thought, you don’t know me at all, such a small fraction is your window into my life.