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Sect is an ancient astrological concept in which the seven traditional "planets" (including the Sun, the Moon and the five starry planets) are assigned to two different categories: diurnal or nocturnal sect. As can be seen by the example of Mercury, which is more obscured by being occidental, sect is a form of astrological polarity, much as the distinction between masculine and feminine planets. Since some planets were seen to be stronger in a positive or masculine environment, and others were seen to be more effective in a negative or feminine environment, whether a planet is in sect in any given chart was of particular importance to Hellenistic astrologers, who gave sect greater weight than any other astrological factor. The luminary of sect is the luminary… more »

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My eyes fucked up, I think I need Lasik
Or I might just be fucked up, I think I am wasted
Now I'm over thinking bout all the time I wasted
But now that shits over, cause now I'm done waiting
Pissed off like probation, don't wanna have a conversation, bout your infatuation with that all that plastic
I got a wild imagination, in my feelings doing flips, didn't know my mind taught gymnastics
Feel like she always coming back to me, elastic
I don't know if I'm good at this
Oh my bad I'm just being sarcastic, know it's automatic, know I'm making classics, I'm fucking with the baddest
I got so many fucking bad habits
I mean I guess it's not a bad habit, when the bad habit is me doing nothing but practice
We all got the same amount of time, we all spin on one axis

I just checked my watch, yeah it's fucking game time
Jumping & dunking, yeah I got hang time
You just on the bench, you don't get play time
Okay now don't get defeated, these things take time
You just came at the wrong time, I've been waiting for this shit for a long time
Getting to the top is gonna take a while, yeah a long climb
But till I I'm at the top, all I got to do is rhyme
Who the f*ck you talking to?
Cause I know it ain't me, when I be the one person that you steady calling to
Like homeboy I'm mf calling you
Think I need you to come over, so I can come get all of you
Fucking on this balcony,  I need a broader view
Fucking with my gang or my family, I will slaughter you
& That's the only thing that I can offer you

What the f*ck is anxiety?
Is it me getting nervous in public, thinking that everybody eyeing me?
Or is it the fear of fucking dying? Feel like the devil really been trying me
God I need you to start guiding me, I ask surprisingly
Need for you to start advising me, your light been blinding me
You never seen this mf side of me, reminded me
That I got to learn, now please enlighten me
In this society, ain't no more sobriety, okay not entirely, but that is the notoriety
Telling these women I think I just need more variety
Someone that moves silently, quietly, someone that fixes things privately
Oh wow I think I had that, just look at the irony
Shit aged fine like them winery's
I still got inquiries of things that I don't know
Feelings overflow, green grass but it's overgrown
No one to help me, cut it all alone, on my own
I'm just so exhausted you can hear it through my tone
& if I don't pick up the phone, leave a message at the tone cause
I'm probably fucking wasted

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