CHRIS REPPUCCI

Ok I’m going to go over some thoughts on wtf is going on here from an astrological perspective. I’ll try to keep this concise so stick with me: Jupiter and Saturn have been conjoining in Earth signs since 1802. In 1980 they conjoined in an air sign for the first time, but then conjoined in Taurus in 2000 and then will conjoin in Aquarius later this year on December 21st. Meaning: the entire industrialized age of human culture favoring resource plundering, territory contro

Wisps of soot still crawl against the tomb walls, sifting through the cold and ancient air, so many granular remembrances, and so many old cries of sorrow or joy, enough to fill a mouth for eons, and in animatronic modality the patient person parrots and parodies their previous incarnation nearly perfectly, shaking hands with the dummy prepared for their friend and sidekick who’s head falls off as soon as the camera roles and the Anima slips up and integrates into the ceiling

Mercury has stopped in motion, spinning in aqua pirouette, intuitively within the empathic abyss, and when he does, like a fin displacing water, the liquid in our brains gurgles and a wake swirls behind the messenger following him in his strokes back to Aquarius, trailing after with bubbles and bits of marine biology which team in the emotional ocean and lift and fall upon the swells of the high seas of romance. Every letter in his sack is thoroughly soaked, and all the ink

The hand which quivers above the quiver, not from fear, but from something in the air, more like a liquid medium the body walks through to proceed in steady motion on the trail of its moving target which is both everywhere and somewhere hidden away in a far off sector of the unsurveyed area. Our pursuits, both romantic and rashly real take us off map into uncharted territory where insights incinerate the paper wrapped powder charges we brought along at night when we wait in