I’ve Made Bad Choices, But So Has 你嵪香

Erik von Ploennies started painting in 2004, after visiting the Guggenheim Museum in New York. He says that it was because of the impression made on him by Vassili Kandinsky  (“Painting with white border”).

Erik is a graduate in electrical engineering and has no artistic training… He is originally from California, but moved to Brooklyn, New York in 2007.

Although he is self-taught, Ploennies quickly stood out for his originality.

https://deconstructing-aesthetic-forms.weebly.com/erik…

HILMA AF KLINT / "THE DOVE: XII" / 1915 [oil on canvas | U/D]

Dark Magician 🪄🪄🪄🪄🪄

the sound of a seagull greets him through an open window. he’s sitting in a quiet and quaint hotel restaurant. the california coast.

he looks out the window across the dock. the boats rest still in the calm waters of the pier. the autumn morning sun is bright, accompanied by a tame and salty ocean breeze. he’s thinking about someone. he thinks about home.

a chilly morning for pastel chino shorts & a well-worn, cerulean linen sweater. both wrinkled, because of the suitcase and an impatience for folding laundry. his dark blond hair is healthy and uncombed, his pale skin and slight accent likely hinting to others he’s not from around here. at ease, his thoughts drift back to kentucky, back to the summer.

surrounded by the soft sounds of silverware clinking on plates, coffee mugs being picked up & sat back down on the tables, sunlight and small talk fill the room. he focuses on the present moment, breathing everything in. people actually live like this, he smiles.

what in the actual fuck.

i thought i had met the one. no, for real this time. i say that every time i meet a guy. i swear.

my chart

his

he was chubby, just my type, and we did the same drugs. grew up in the same part of town. he had a house and a job. bingo.

i ask if he knows his moon sign, he responds that he doesn’t know what it’s currently in. i had to ask him to repeat himself because of how disbelief i was in. i coulda melted there on the floor.

later he shows me his printed out natal chart and i examine it on his bed.

unfortunately i do our synastry chart and he only had one key aspect. most of my exes usually have more than one. first red flag, i ignore.

keep telling myself maybe he only has one because he’s the one key for me. even though the key aspect was a bad one.

he’s a cancer sun like me. my lilith is also in cancer and supposedly that means you attract the darker aspects of that sign. that would line up. his moon is in gemini, mine is in virgo. kinda at odds there. he constantly wanted to argue. like to the point where it didn’t make sense. like pulling arguments out of thin air and kept running out of ideas.

all his personal planets are in cancer. mine are in gemini. his moon is in libra 7th house, my uranus is in 7th house. i have a tattoo of uranus glyph on my ring finger because it’s my favorite planet for what it represents in astrology. supposedly moon in 7th makes needy for like constant social interaction and having people around. also adds up. he has a lot of friends, and he’d use that to hurt me.

he had pluto in 11th house. i have mars, mercury, and venus there. i really feel like he livened me up. helped me see a light and grow comfortable in my skin and environment. pluto is power and i definitely felt empowered.

my sun is in 12th house, his was in 8th. compatible houses. we talked about spirits and the occult. he told me he had seen a demon one time. it made me fall for him harder. i have a vacant 8th house so it really piqued my interest. i thought it was cute, sexy. an 8th house sun.

he had outer planets in the 12th house, and a bunch in his 1st and 2nd. i have a vacant 1st house. not my favorite house to be honest. could explain why he’s such a dick and ok with hurting others. i feel like first house is a self centered house.

2nd house, i have my moon there. another placement that makes sense. i thought i could make a home with him. i loved his home. i wanted to learn everything about him and spend years with him. i looked at him and saw a husband.

but it got so sour so fast. he wouldn’t let up. it makes me think he was sabotaging it, us. for reasons unknown. maybe he’s just a bpd narcissist and there’s no sense to make. maybe it’s cuz his ex died and his mother is also deceased. i have no clue. maybe it’s just because he’s a big ol bottom.

but i really thought he was the one. i hate that so much of his chart made sense, but i’ve felt like this before about someone. it really hurts having to constantly let go.

we also had north node and chiron conjunct. i thought that was interesting because not a lot of people have that placement ? or maybe they do ? but his were located in gemini in the 7th house. mine are located in libra in the 3rd house. isn’t that so ironic? it’s like it’s mirrored.

he was also born in 1984 which was so sexy to me because george orwell. but he is kinda small minded and i feel diminished my shine in some ways. im just so upset. this doesn’t make any sense to me.

if you’ve read this and have any observations or insight, i’d love to hear it.

Bonjour les gars!

Hello everyone, et bienvenu à mon blog. Welcome to my blog.

欢迎你，我希望你们喜欢我的博客。我是美国人，我从肯塔基来。我学发文又中文又很多别的言语。我也喜欢做照片，和星术。

(J’ai dû créer un neuf bc my old one got flagged)

So this blog will be in a mix of mostly French and English. I’ve studied French since I was 14, and it is my major in college. I also study Chinese and many other languages, and there will be posts with those sprinkled in. Cependant, mon français est le meilleur de mes langues, sauf l’anglais.

I have studied much astrology, hence the username. My moon natally squares my mars (and my pluto, beuh!) mais, I have come to love this placement because it makes me edgy. And crazy. More on that later.

This blog will be comme une mode d’essence, something to leave behind in this material world. My other NSFW blog is Sunsextilemoon, another rather fortunate placement I have astrologically. It most certainly gives me an unfair advantage in the world, but for that I am grateful.

I live and have grown up in the South of the United States. In Kentucky, if you’ve heard of it. At the time of writing, I am 25 years old. So welcome, I am excited to start this project.C’est partie ! :)

All of my posts will be tagged with either

#aboutme #astronotes #langblr #edits and whatever variants.

I also enjoy editing photos, and will be posting my work.

D’accord, vous êtes prêts ? My instagram is @abandonedjuulfactory, but that is subject to change. Feel free to message me!

CONTINUA

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*backspaces*

i will write about personal things pertaining to my life and subjectiveable state of being. so if you can’t handle that then don’t read it. it’s that simple. you’ve been warned.

i will not be subjected to having to defend myself, bye anyone’s negative feelings ! by anything expressed pertaining to my thoughts, past, ideas, or feelings. hold me accountable or keep it to yourself.

i had a premonition dream of mr jones i dated summer ‘23. it was truly the white trash love fantasy i always wanted. sucked it didn’t last longer.

but i had a dream jacob and i were putting art in the back of my car, paintings. at nighttime. real late at nightt. in an urban environment. i felt uneasy because it was late.

fast forward, i saw a gun and immediately jolted up. awake.

but what did it mean.

i didn’t carry art or paintings in my car for several months. i interpreted it i would get robbed while paintings were in my car.

looking back, i did get robbed in the end.

once i got closer to meeting my prince of cane run, i was confused. i hadn’t been talking to jacob. but i couldn’t help but think about the dream more and more. it was close to manifesting.

one night in old louisville, the dream comes true.

the baron of pleasure ridge,

side to side, with the prince of cane road. they put a painted, old

ikea bed headboard

in the back of my 2008 kia suv. it’s midnight.

*britney spears voice* holy fuck balls. i turn from my trunk, take it all in. ethereal. the dream is coming true.

jacob was just a substitute i guess because you can’t dream a face you haven’t seen. and they both were bottoms who couldn’t keep up the act. jacob sure ain’t shively though. cane run and i shared toxic habits and played a long game of cat and mouse, ensuing the borderline disorderly explosion. or episode.

but truthfully i see it was message from universe ou spirit, that i could not successfully integrate my drug addiction or drug use like i had been trying.

the best i could hope for was a sexy overweight but psychotically unstable, south side BOTTOM. bear. on drugs. security guard. bitch ass [REDACTED].

the end of the dream signaled the end of my summer fling, the summer i turned 27. the summer i became a MAN. jk unless.

on a warm, late june afternoon. my dad and three of his friends surround me, as we ascend his front yard. we walk up the pebbled concrete steps.

Lee knocks on the front door. we’re at the house of the man who had just held me hostage. bruised my neck. the week of our birthdays. odd timing. i have a bad history with birthdays though.

(psych ward @ 21)

we hear a bullet enter a chamber. cocked.

time to go.

John Brosio, “Closing the Deal”, 2012 Oil on Canvas, 43 x 38cm