"Prince" Sylvian of Neptune

Subjective experience, continually seeping.
Into and from our engaged senses,
Activating our emotional responses.
Conscious-unconscious memories shaped by visceral impressions,
Swirling through our stimulated limbic systems.
A veritable concoction of bio-chemicals.
Triggering similar responses to future stimuli.

And we think we can be subjective????? Ha!

Try as I may to remain fairly neutral in my astrological character assessments, I am inevitably confronted time and time again with my own limited biases, my personal favourite "astro-pets" if you will, my own prejudices, my epic mythological stories and flowery fictions and heroic archetypes etched from the her-story books my own experience.

Romantically, all zodiacal signs have, to some degree, a pre-rehearsed narrative according to the resonant law of attraction and the configuration of planets interacting together as they do. Those water-bearing Aquarians compel me with a kindred warmth and a fundamental sense of sharing a mutual alignment together while epitomizing the essence of a humanitarian soul-brother, Scorpio's are at first rather alluring in a suspect kind of way until their secret power dynamics ultimately repel me, Aries ignite feisty passions in me which arouse the kinkier side of my sexual nature and make me feel like growling into their armpit, while Taurus' tend to be people I want to firmly press my muscles into under tall standing cedar trees.

Gemini men rarely attract me beyond a cerberally fast moving and fairly spectacular display of wit and intellect while Virgo men can be at first quite physically attractive to me until they ask me what I do for a living. Leo men are very passionate and endearing, rather inspiring in their valiant charisma but they ultimate exhaust me in their infantile need for constant attention. Libra men are almost always dangerously irresistible to me and my ready heart strings (that they play like a bard on a Celtic harp) with their sophisticated and exquisite charms, their social graces and their radiant beauty under which I am hypnotically enchanted-a kind of magnetic spell which is inevitably my undoing.

And then there was lovely, delicious and benevolent Pisces. Long ago I discovered that my exalted man-king is a mature Pisces in nature-creative, sensitive, poetic, languid, musical, dreamy, soothing, healing and sensuous. The waters of my psychic soul are composed of true Neptunian sonnets and no being has ever touched my depths in quite as beautiful a way as Pisces. Ancient, timeless, Sea-God-like and wondrously ecstatic. Bless the PISCES who has embraced their divine mastery!

Come with me to the enchanting realms of Sea Prince David Sylvian, the oh soOOoooooo yuUUUUuuuummy Pisces musician-composer-singer extraordinaire: mmmmMmmmmmmmMmmmmmm........................