@Morganofmind
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The Dissatisfied One represents a person experiencing ongoing frustration and restlessness, often reflecting inner turmoil or unfulfilled desires. In astrology, this may relate to challenging planetary aspects or signs indicating dissatisfaction or emotional tension. Recognizing this archetype can help in understanding emotional patterns and seeking balance through astrological insight.
I say, book a trip to Africa and HUNT to your hearts desire. Life is a daring adventure or nothing at all!
Good luck.
Morgan, do you "blink" while you are staring? I tried this and my eyes were getting all discombobulated...I think I am now "cross~eyed"
I don't really know... did you ever stare at something so long that it turns all grey and black and white... sort of like a solarized picture, and then you start feeling dizzy—?
That's different. When I stare at something "too" long.. my eyes lock~forward.. and.. I .. can't.. break..off the stare. I know it once it's happened.. but "still".
and you are immobalized by the alien's stun gun and taken back to their mother ship for experimentation... because you know too much...
Alien
Sure, it seems easy being a space alien. You've got your x-ray
vision, your late model space ships and media coverage galore. But,
as usual with most glamour jobs, there's a lot of nitty gritty work
the public doesn't get to see. The job can become routine, and even
a bit tedious, as we learned when we stumbled upon this intriguing
page from...
S P A C E A L I E N ' S L O G B O O K
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8:15 AM Leave asteroid for work.
9:00 AM Hover over cornfield on outskirts of small Midwestern town.
9:30 AM Land in backyard where housewife is hanging laundry.
Silence barking dog with penetrating gaze.
10:00 AM Stun housewife with laser-gun or energy pulsating finger-
tips. Levitate her body just long enough to be glimpsed by a passing
motorist. Materialize the body inside spaceship.
Remove internal organs; weigh, label and categorize. Return most, if
not all, to the body. Erase all traces of surgery.
Rematerialize housewife in backyard. Turn back time two hours. Bid
enigmatic good-bye. Leave.
1:00 PM Visit once prestigious astronomer who everyone thinks has
gone mad. Deliver pep talk. Leave him fist-sized fragments of an
unidentifiable element.
2:15 PM Drop by Whitley Strieber's house, pick up royalty check from
best seller. Communion.
3:00 PM It's Saturday; Beam Mulder psychic impressions where to go
next.
3:20 PM Hover over southwestern desert.
3:30 PM Offer psychotic drifter a lift.
4:30 PM Pose for cover of "Weekly World News" with Pres. Bush,
Discuss ozone depletion, space travel, scandal evasion, future
political endorsements.
6:30 PM Back at the asteroid. Introduce psychotic drifter to other
aliens. Listen to Windham Hill.
9:00 PM Dinner. Eat drifter.
10:00 PM Wash antennae, brush eyeballs, peel off outer layer of
skin. Beam cryptic message to NASA satellite. Lights out.
This was.. quietly brilliant. Bravo..
Morgon, have you got any scorp in you? Or cancer?
that was funny.
i like it.
that sounds like my days
anyone ever hear of the artist with the name of question?
Who?
hmmm... Venus in Cancer, Pluto and Saturn in Scorpio I think....
This was rather funny... Reminds me of a book I read once... Actually more than one book... lol...
why?
It's just that lately you've been "deep" or somewhat moody.
Change is good. 🙂
lol... no, I'm always that way... 😛
Oh okay. Just making sure you're alright.
🙂 I'm just peachy...
I always hated that expression, lol... Life's more like an orange than a peach, I'm sorry, the got the wrong fruit.
Try cherries.
Life's a bowl of cherries, but at the bottom.. it's just the pits.
:o
lol... And here all along I thought life was a bowl of chocolates...
Now there ya go--you sure as hell don't know what you're going to get!!
unless you secretly nibble every candy and then ony take the coconut ones
I don't like coconut... Gwen, you can have those...
I don't care for the cream filled candies...Gwen, you can have those too.....
no, i like the choclate filled one's or the one's with creme i hate couconuts. they are evil. but yes a ornage seems more apporpatily. but u know i would have to say an apple.
James honey, no offense but I think you may want to check your spelling from time to time.... (okay, okay, yes I mess up too now and then--I'll admit.)
It's dark chocolate with crunchy chopped hazelnuts and caramel for me.
well i like coconut gwen, u can share them with me. (if u feel generous.)
sure, let me count...one for me, one for you, two for me, one for you, three for me, none for you.....lol
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The extremely dissatisfied one sits on her chair alone and glares and no one inparticular, but you can be sure that no matter who you are, she glares at you. She is very tired and very annoyed, and yet at the same time a still lingering bit of her earlier jovial sense of well being still lingers, just a bit, enough so that she regards her advaseries with removed disdain... not quite angry at them, not carring enough to truly have that strong of an emotion. She is tired, rather... Frustrated, in more ways than one. And having spent a whole night playing cat and mouse with one only to find that they never had any of the intentions they had pretended to have, leaves her even more displeased... So she paces, as she plans future victoms... Stalking up and down the path ways in her mind... She won't smile, no, sh is in no mood for that. She won't frown, no, that gives you wrinkles. She simply notes in a sort of a detatched meditation. She wonders when she will get that tasty mouse... but feels confident that it will not be too much longer...
Of course, she is known to not have the greatest ability of estimation in situations such as these, and time is not a concept she comepletely understands. She has been known to wait a very long time... Far longer than she had ever expected she would when she first undertook her mission. She wonders breifly if she needs to change her hunting style , or perhaps she needs a change of scenery. She considers briefly going on a wild safari, and thinks that it would turn out more formidable game.
She likes this idea, but is unable to reach a decision on when or how, so for now the dissaqtisfied one continues to sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare... Sit and glare...