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The long range Piscean forecast.

The Piscean horoscope for 2018.

It is often said that a fool and his angle grinder soon part with the comfortable sofa of reason. Look sharp on Wednesdays as every lining has a silver cloud but beware of Bay leaves and Brachiopods this Autumn! It often said of the Piscean man or woman that the conundrum of the spirit is the ecstasy of the fool on heat. You should consider the oft said warning of the Piscean that the twice baked cake cantilevers the flapjack of fear. Treat yourself sometime this year to a tea dance as a web chat often cajoles a chaffinch! If you are planning a trip some dampness will delay your departures. It can only be said of you, the flapping fish, that a bedpan and a stranger await your fear of Ravioli.
Don't treat life like a bowl of berries in August as a snap decision starts with a finish. Imagine the impact of it on all you meet as you always greet a fool wisely, especially this October. Open your heart to a barcode sometime soon!
An idea you had in February ferments under the cloche of the leaf blower of life. You must learn to pull back and look forward because in June you will find a Priest's penis in your cornflakes.
Two wrongs never loosen the stool of the blurted secret; sadly you must avoid Thursdays for most of this coming year! Flatter your eggs and get ready for your own Easter parade with a bonnet made for two! 
A wobbly career decision makes a trick cyclist mummify an ocelot as you saw what happened and are now are doomed to repeat it! Prioritise your condiments for a better text message and retrace your steps by reversing your shoes!
The music of Emile Sandé blights your cassette collection. However you are cheered by some of Lou Reed's 'Metal Machine Music' that you bought on ebay.
You must try and enjoy the broken record that is life! Good Luck Pisces!

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