Black Horoscope

Libra

Since it is the symbol of Libra, the very word “Balance” makes you feel sorry to be born under this sign. Having an ordinary object to represent your sign must not feel too flattering, indeed. In addition, you don’t know how to assert yourself. Because solitude is your phobia, you line up with people who are the strongest ones since you are convinced that they will not let you down. You don’t really have a private life. You live for others and according to what they think of you. You strive to please, which implies that you are hypocritical and hesitant about everything you say… You probably constantly feel that you are on the razor’s edge: not a single word missing, or in excess, not a single mistake. Otherwise war will break out, and this… No need to add more! Your self-proclaimed artistic bent is nothing but vapidity and mawkishness. In truth, you are too intellectual and cold. A calculator with a charming smile is the description that fits you best.

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Black Horoscope

Gemini

It is said that you are curious about everything and highly adaptable. Actually, it is a lack of profundity and consistency that characterizes you. You are absolutely unable to focus on anything, and your intellectual process is very superficial. Everything you say is totally uninteresting. It’s just hot air in any case. You don’t believe a single word you utter, and you forget everything you say a few minutes later. You hop from one subject to another to carry out a conversation in order to appear knowledgeable and interesting. However, it is quite clear that, under your scholarly veneer, you are a mediocre and shallow person. You have no emotions and no compassion. You resemble an intelligent robot, which repeats what it has been taught, or what it has experienced, without thinking by itself.

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Victor Pelevin “The Sacred Book of Werewolf”

In speaking of intelligentsia’s debt of guilt to the nation, he kept using two terms that I thought were synonyms – ‘intelligentsia’ and ‘intellectuals’.  After a while I just had to ask:

‘But what difference is there between a member of the intelligentsia and an intellectual?”

‘There’s a very big difference,’ – he replied.  ‘I can only try to explain it allegorically.  Do you understand what that means?’

I nodded.

‘When you were still very little, there were a hundred thousand people living in this city who were paid for kissing the ass of a loathsome red dragon – which you probably don’t even remember…’

I shook my head.  Once in my young days I really had seen a red dragon, but I’d already forgotten what it looked like – the only thing I could remember was my own fear.  It was unlikely that Pavel Ivanovich had that incident in mind.

‘Of course, those hundred thousand people hated the dragon, and they dreamed of being ruled by the green toad who fought against the dragon.  So, anyway, they came to an arrangement with the toad, poisoned the dragon with lipstick that they got from the CIA and started living a new life.’

‘But what have the intell – ‘

‘Wait,’ he said, raising his hand.  ‘At first they thought that under the toad they would be doing exactly the same as before, only they’d get ten times as much money for it.  But it turned out that instead of a hundred thousand ass-kissers there was only demand for three professionals working in three eight-hour shifts to give the toad a never-ending blowjob.  And which of the hundred thousand those three would be, would be decided by an open competition, in which candidates would not only have to demonstrate their advanced professional skills, but also the ability to smile optimistically with the corners of their mouths while they were at work…’

‘I’m afraid I’ve lost the thread.’

‘Well, this is the thread.  Those hundred thousand people were called the intelligentsia.  And those three are called intellectuals.’