Here is the super Pisces. O these poor tragic lost and beautiful souls. They wither and they wag and they wax ecstatic and then they die. Everything sends them to the mortuary of existence. Anything. Your poor-souled comment, your loud boot heels, your look of unkindness. Don’t even try. You make Pisces Moon want to die.

Not that they will do anything about it. They will just wither and detach and feel sorry for you that you are such a monster. Strangely enough, in the final analysis, they really don’t take it personally. Pisces moon people have the capacity to detach from this world and float off into the ethersphere. They are looking down on themselves and you and whomever else as they float out to take in the big picture. Well, that is their big gift, the ability to see the universal. And when you are seeing the cosmos compared to you and your personal situation, your lover who is so exasperating, your friends who are so helpless, and on and on, what can you really take personally. It is just the way of the world, nay, the way of the universe.

Pisces moon is already in eternity. Which is why they make such great artists and lovers. They let go of themselves and let the god pour in.

Now, if they are men and god happens to be a non-factor in their belief system, then the women of their lives sublimate god for them.

Pity, compassion, sacrifice is what Pisces moon got inside. Yet, Pisces is the most dispassionate of the three water signs. But, they aint no cold-blooded Aquarians. They feel, feel, feel. It is just displaced and dissolved in some way. And along with this dissolution can go their ego-containment, and gasp, their personality. Where has that Pisces Moon gone off to now? O, you know those Pisces Moons, they just leave the building without saying a word. “Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has left the building.” Elvis had a Pisces Moon.

And there ain’t no use in trying to understand or talk them out of their dark spells of quixotic abandon. They are lost at sea and to follow them will get you all smashed up on the rocks of those irrational sirens who swoon for love, love, love.

Yes, love. O, Pisces moon might as well just be called “love moon”, or better yet, “dream of love moon”, or more darkly, “O, just kill me now and get it over with moon.” O, where love leads and that is where they follow.

Pisces is the sign of the fishes, two fishes tied at their tails. Two fishes means that they are a bit schizophrenic. They are torn between being nice, as they naturally are, and being a sea monster themselves. Or if they are gentler temperaments, just being a siren or something silly like that.

Pisces Moons tend not to have a very good sense of humor so when you joke around with them, they can take it quite seriously. Just tell them to take you to the sea and wreck on the rocks in no-man’s land. They’ll know what to do. In matters of love, they do not fuck around. Not players, not swingers, only the one and only lover they desire. Tell them they are the only one. Well, tell them whatever you like. I don’t have to live with them.

A Pisces Moon can make even the harshest of temperaments, like an ENTJ type, a bit romantic and concerned with mystical matters. Take Axl Rose, an ENTJ at enneagram point 3. Yes, he was harsh and a cold heartbreaker fit to burn, but check out songs like Estranged, Sweet Child Of Mine, November Rain, and the ending strains of Locomotive (love is so strange). Witness how he pined for years for his muse in the form of supermodel Stephanie Seymour.

Estranged. Beautiful title for a song and just a plain beautiful word. The Pisces Moon put the roses in Guns N Roses, Axl’s band.

In sensitive and romantic temperaments such as any of the Intuitive Feeling types, forget about it. Pisces Moon occurring here makes you a super-romantic, a die-hard romantic, a dead in the water romantic. Motherfucker, it makes you Edgar Allan Poe or Percy Bysshe Shelley, an utter angel of love set to prose and darkness. O yes, darkness. They knew what love was.

So did Pisces Moon singer-songwriter Leonard Cohen. Heard his song, Hallelujah?

I saw your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It’s a cold and broken hallelujah

A cold and broken hallelujah. Indeed, because love is some uncontrollable shit and it often comes in the form of some asshole of the opposite sex and you want them so bad and it’s not cool to be fucking with me bitch, so take your territory conquering flag off of my house. It ain’t like you just bought a new Lexus. That’s my heart you fucking with. Not a game. Not a game.

And Pisces moon will let you fuck with them in the name of love because they need that love so bad. And when they alone, forget about it, the phantoms that assail them out of the haunted air of evening. “Lenore, Lenore”, cried Edgar Allan Poe, for his ghostly muse. Forget about it.

But just because Pisces Moon knows all this shit about love and the cosmic big picture doesn’t mean they have one fig of an iota of an idea about how to do a damn thing about any of the cosmic injustices that befall the lot of man and women on this blue-green marble we live on. They pretty helpless and so must take refuge in art, drugs, drink, food, love, compulsive dog-walking, you name it. If it offers a respite from the cold mechanistic world of concrete and lead and big-headed babies that call your name in the night. Pisces Moon wants that dope bad. And it is sad. Because they can’t handle any of that shit either.

So, if you see the Pisces Moon in the road, kill them. Because they already not here. So, what do they care?

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