Discoveries and fantasms

Ok boredom and Facebook DO NOT mix. It's been a strangely quiet day in my world and of course with nothing to do I had to find something to keep myself from self destructing and I found it in the form of the horoscopes on Facebook. You see I have always been fascinated by the various fields that masquerade as "horoscopes". Make no mistake I don't live by them but have on occasion found them uncanily accurate, especially those of the chinese variety and so I was playing around with mine on an application I found. And then I found this, it's supposed to be my chinese horoscopes fantasy man. Uncanny in at least one line, but if I'm reading it right I'm supposed to be with a really old, god like, ape like, violently gentle sex god or possibly a tree. . . . .

Now to find something else to keep me busy that is NOT on Facebook


You are now living in a civilized world. And yet, your fantasms take their roots in an archaic universe, an intact and forgotten universe, a universe where human beings are still connected to nature, in which people live according to the rhythm of the seasons, where one is near to wild beasts and the huge forest of the origins. The man of your dreams is a primeval being, a being who hardly emerges from animality, a being who lives in harmony with the world, plants, trees, beasts, and the forces of the earth. This primitive, powerful and sensual being knows all the secrets of amorous ecstasy. He can show himself as brutal without meaning it. But there's in him neither violence nor wickedness.The man of your dreams comes out from the woods. He emerges from an old and wise world, from a land of plenty, from a lost paradise. He resembles a wild beast - of course he's human, but is still somewhat an animal, he's the brother of King Kong, with his primitive savagery and his awkward tenderness. He's a peasant, a woodcutter, a forest guard, or a poacher. Also a gardener, who knows the herbs that cure and those the perfume of which enchant the senses; or a vine-grower who amorously touches his grapes and takes care of his big wooden barrels with patience and relish. He resembles Pan, Bacchus or Dionysos, those ancient orgiastic and all-powerful gods. His wild sensuality knows of no limits; nevertheless, at the same time, he's all innocence. This man of extravagance can handle you roughly but without meaning it. And when he realizes that he can hurt you, he will become all tenderness and protection.