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Psyche delivers Halloween-themed horoscopes for zodiac signs, but becomes discouraged by the lack of engagement and threatens to quit the show. The episode takes a turn as Psyche shares a poetic and emotional monologue, possibly a song, expressing themes of love, pain, and grief.
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Browse era →>> And so Aries, you've challenged death to a rematch three times
So Aries, stop speed running life like it's a side quest. The prophecy for Aries, the universe gives you one more warning before it throws the whole cauldron. Your spooky symbol Aries, a jack-o'-lantern with devil horns. Okay, did everyone like that? I mean, I'm trying to do the best I can.
Okay, then we got Taurus, okay? Are we ready for Taurus? I don't know if you guys are ready or not. You guys don't want this. You guys You You guys are saying no, you don't want You don't want to hear great horoscopes. No? You don't? Yes, I heard you. I heard I heard someone say, "I do. I do." Okay.
I'll read more, okay? What we got next? Aries, we got Taurus, right? Taurus, the haunted buffet. Luxury is your religion and mashed potatoes are your sacrament. Taurus, you'll leave the apocalypse if it has snacks. Or you'll survive the apocalypse right?
Prophecy for Taurus, a ghost compliments your outfit. Take your deal, you'll finally get that raise. Your spooky symbol, vampire's chalice filled with merlot and regret. I hope you like that, okay? I mean, am I doing okay? I mean, I'm trying to make it funny for everyone, okay? Are you ready for the the Gemini,
the twin spark, okay? No, nobody wants to hear it. Nobody's I I got I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what I'm doing. I just don't know. Maybe I'm doing something good. Maybe Maybe it's I'm just an idiot, okay? Gemini, you're the doppelganger. You'll meet your evil twin this Halloween. They're funnier than you. Try not to argue with your own reflection at parties. So Gemini,
prophecy for Gemini, a text meant for someone else blows your cover and starts a romance. Spooky symbol for Gemini, two cracked masks whispering secrets. There's nobody in the chat right now. Like obviously nobody Nobody likes likes me or the show anymore. I said shirtless, everyone No one is here. No one. Not one person is in the chat.
If there was a one person, then I would have said, "Oh, okay. It's a It's a fluke." Not one person. Not one solitary soul wants to hear the readings, okay? So guys, that's going to be it for me. Since I got not one person to say something nice, not one person to like, you know, say, "Hey, I support you." Not one person. Not There's zero people
literally zero people in the chat. Um I quit YouTube officially and I will see you never again. Bye.
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>> You win ghost with your halo down. Airplane mode, I felt it in my skin. So I was in a designer coat and let a stranger's body keep me warm. You know the spark and all the gun. You pull the string, I come undone.
You say you love to watch me burn. Baby, pain's the only thing we've learned. Not to be celestial, >> >> but the way you left was biblical. So I did something ritual cuz grief for me is cyclical. I might have sent a picture from a motel bed just to haunt your goddamn head. I knew you craved the chaos. I figured cuz love
like ours ain't never dead. Not to be divine, but I love you. Even when I want to curse you. I can never rise above you. But I'm under him tonight to hurt you. Don't call it lust, it's resurrection. Don't call it rage, it's recollection.
>> >> Not to be divine, but I love you. This sin was born from your reflection. We traded halos for horns, it's fair. Every wound you gave, I wear. We'd take turns being the villain's muse.
But damn it, I still want to lose. Not to be celestial, but you made my pain perpetual. So I did something sexual just to feel conceptual. I might have sent that photo from a stranger's lap just to prove that I still care. You fall apart cuz you know it's true. No one sins the way I do. Not to be divine, but I love you.
>> >> Even when I want to curse you. I can never rise above you. But I'm under him tonight to hurt you. >> >> Don't call it lust, it's resurrection. Don't call it rage, it's recollection. Not to be divine, but I love you. This sin was born from your reflection.
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