The thing about making an impression is that it's seldom done in any way proper, usual or typical. What imprints on the mind is emotional, messy and one of a kind. The lunar oppositions are thick now, first with Venus and then Saturn emphasizing the need to, as Charli XCX suggests, "keep it sticky-icky like lip gloss." Not my horoscope, just general advice today. 

But okay.

From your skin, everywhere I touched, every inch of you, will come the sticky scent of a snake, reppelent to all but its own kind, and only larger stronger more dangerous snakes will come closer to you, so that you will be ever surrounded only by vipers that you cannot best or beat or outrun, for the rest of your life and the next, and anything you do to hurt or manipulate me further, where I can see it or where I cannot, will feed this spell to tighten and thicken, until your reek is as loud as a rattle. Until a cowboy shows up to put you out of your misery, so mote it be

How's that? To him, all I say is "enjoy!", "sounds nice!" - all I say is his own words, like cover songs, so that I am neither silent nor saying anything at all. But. I mean. I deeply loved the last man I cursed, as truly as I knew how - I am in no mood to pull a punch for this one, or any one, any more, obviously. I am 100% fed the fuck up with being jerked around. 

I wonder who Charli XCX is (?) not a cowboy, obviously, hahaha