When I die, I want my bones fused into position so I’m flipping the bird with both hands, then I want to be launched into orbit so I’ll just end up this angry space skeleton constantly disapproving of everything that happens on earth.
Plus, they’ll have to change all astrology charts.
Jupiter is rising on Virgo, and the angry skeleton is moving into Aries.
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