Scorpio
In the course of my life, I’ve known five people whom I consider feral. They weren’t raised by wolves in the wild, but they have qualities that make it seem as if they could have been. They regularly get wild glints in their eyes, and are given to sudden expulsions of anomalous noises that express manic amusement mixed with inscrutable emotions. They can survive while traveling in foreign lands despite having little money, and even when they’re home they’re prone to taking long rambles in the middle of the night. They couldn’t care less what anyone thinks of them, and rarely do what anyone expects them to do. These feral folks are disruptive but not dangerous, and they confound my beliefs about human nature in the most entertaining ways. Even if you don’t fit this description, Scorpio, you’d be wise to flirt with your own brand of feral behavior in the coming weeks. It’s time to untame yourself.
I’m not feral. I know some scorpios (that I don’t see very often anymore and one that I see lots of) that I can see this applying to but I don’t think it fits me all that well.
I have feral tendencies but they only show up when I have a co-conspirator in crime. I urge others into their feral tendencies and follow in their footsteps. To me, that doesn’t match up to me being the feral one.
I am a feral catalyst. An Evil Idea Muse. I am only a part of Eee-Ville.
I poke at underlying things, things people tend to keep covered. I stir things up and mix it until it all settles into place.
I am only a part of Eee-Ville.
Which reminds me that we need to build our portfolio of Eee-Ville!
I’ve still got the “participants only” photos from Mos Eisley. There’s gotta be pictures of Pumpkin receiving his Cash Box. I don’t think there were any pictures taken of Joe’s airport greeting, but we can do a nice write-up on that.
No pictures of you know what from you know where!
We were merely Eee-Ville minions for that. We didn’t come up with the idea, we merely provided encouragement; so, no, we won’t be putting pictures of *that* in our portfolio.
I’ve told you the story of Mike’s Cash Box. Next time, I’ll tell you the saga of Joe’s Airport Greeting {GRIN}
*snort*
I do so love it when you’re in an introspective mood…
Hello? It’s not me or Crystal that starts singing at the top of our lungs when were out in public or doing can-can walking down the street or …
It may not be feral or evil, but you totally started it.
Well, yeah, with you two, I do tend to start the silliness.
You know you love those times when I get you going.
I am just speaking from your inner silly kid.
…and the nazgurls were not completely my idea. I was only the one that pushed them from people thinking we should do them to actually doing them.
*sigh*
I need some more of that catalyzing. Now I have _time_ to have fun!!!