While surfing the web late one night, the stars spoke to me. They said, "Me..." (though perhaps they said, "you", or "Donnie", either of which would have made a lot more sense, but as we are talking about astrology here, the facts are always -at best- fuzzy) "we wish to use you to deliver our message to the people."
I asked, "What people?"
The stars replied, "All the cildren of the stars."
"Umm," I questioned, "ALL the children of ALL the stars?"
"Yes." The stars (or the voice in my head purporting to be the stars) replied.
"But mankind has yet to master intergalactic flight, how am I to deliver a message beyond our solar system?"
The stars thought for a moment. "Alright then, we wish for you to deliver our message to some of the people."
"What is your message?" I asked.
"The messages will come to you... Stare at your computer screensaver and we will speak to you."
"How do I know that you are real, not just an auditory hallucination?"
The stars shrugged (which is a real accomplishment for an auditory hallucination) and disappeared.
Thus began my writing of
Wildly inaccurate, yet shockingly precise, predictions based completely on happenstance and arbitrary universal fluctuations Horoscopes.
Just as the stars had said, I stared at my computer screensaver and the first messages just sort of came to me. I typed them out verbatim (who am I to question the message delivered by the stars?). They come to me infrequently, but always in groups of twelve. The stars always tell me which astrological sign to attribute each message to and I simply post them. Here are some of the stars' previous messages:
Someone from your past will resurface this month, prompting you to write an angry letter to the salesman who guaranteed that those logging
chains wouldn't corrode under water.
The stars told me to tell you that they aren't speaking to you; they said you would know why. (They don't always make sense to me)
There may be many worse ways to die than the parachute not opening, but your list will only reach 3 before impact.
There is a remote possibility that you will die in a hunting accident in the near future; the evidence will point strongly to homicide.
Events will soon unfold that cause you to question your sanity, the good news is that the nice doctor will be there to answer you.
Your wife has always found your love for children to be charming, that will all change when she finds the polaroids in your den.
Be wary of the stranger you meet at beach this weekend. The stars aren't sure why, but they don't trust him.
You will turn out to be the only man that those penis enlargement pills actually work for. Unfortunately every pill will end up working.
They said it wasn't possible to jump your bicycle from your office building to the one across the street. But that stolen jet pack will let you have the
last laugh. Well, your smoldering remains will.
The stars have reason to believe that your identity may have been stolen. That being the case, you will need to provide them with two forms of photo ID
before your future will be made available.
You have always been a something of a sesquipedalian, so it seems only fitting that you would be diagnosed with Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
Most firearm fatalities come from shootings, fewer from blunt-force trauma, but you will make it onto a very short list of people who have choked to death on one.
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A typographical error in your Church's newsletter will lead to you performing sex acts on dozens of anonymous strangers in your pursuit of "oral highground."
The stars did recently tell your wife to "listen to her heart" regarding whether or not she should leave you. The stars did not intend for you to listen to her heart. But once you used that bonesaw on her sternum (not trusting the stethoscope which just responded with a cryptic thumping sound), we're pretty sure she made up her mind anyway.
The stars would like to apologize for stating in their last prophecy, "Be wary of the stranger you meet at beach this weekend. The stars aren't sure why, but they don't trust him." Through a cosmic hiccup, that information was supposed to be released this month. The August prophecy should have read, "A dark and handsome stranger will approach you on the beach, profess his love for you, and sweep you away for a jetset marriage. After which you will lead a long, happy, prosperous, healthy life as the Queen of a small island nation." We apologize for any inconvenience this error may have caused.
Your new stopwatch will allow you to time how long you can hold your breath underwater down to the thousandth of a second. Unfortunately, poor planning will mean that you are not able to actually share the information with anyone.
Your innovative new device for beauticians to use while giving pedicures can be wildly successful and make you quite wealthy IF you change the name. Trust us, no one is going to buy a "Ped-O-File".
Your Mother always told you to wear clean underwear just in case there was an accident and paramadics had to see them. But as you board that plane today, the stars want you to know that you needn't worry about it. The debris field will be more than 8 square miles, making it impossible to find most human remains. Not to mention that the ensuing fire burned so hot that it disintegrated not only all fabric, but most of the thin metals aboard as well.
You just had to get that genital piercing, didn't you? The stars tried to warn you not to, but you went ahead and did it anyway... Now all your worst fears will come to bear when, at a campground this weekend, you run afoul of this guy:
The less traveled by areas of the Grand Canyon's north rim offer some of the most breathtaking views of this natural wonder. You will soon find out they also include some of the worst footings and none of the handrails. They do, however, provide equally awe-inspiring, terminal velocity impacts.
The stars heard your pleas, begging for someone who you could share your love with and embrace for the rest of your life. If you are still single, throw your arms around the closest person to you at 3:44pm GMT on Dcember 9th -That'll be the one. Trust us, you won't have time to be picky...
The stars have piled up most of your things on the front porch. You can stay at a friend's house, but you aren't coming back home until you admit what you did and apologize. The stars' Mother was right about you... (you must have really pissed them off; the stars were in tears while they told me this)
The stars have been doing a little thinking and a lot of math. The population of planet earth is roughly 6,796,590,704. That means that roughly 566,382,558 people share each astrological sign. About 18,620,796 have the same birthday. Based on average life expectancy as many as 248,277 people were born on the same day, in the same year, for every zodiac sign. How can one statement possibly predict the future of all of them? Ehh, fuck it. "A full moon while Venus is rising is an omen of good things to come."
They say you never know how you are going to react to a crisis. After a home invasion this weekend you will: You will scream, "Do whatever you want to my wife, but leave me alone!" You will then create a distraction by throwing your newborn at the assailant as you dive through the window to safety. Now you know.
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