Me and the past

One problem with Pisceans, including myself, is the tendency towards nostalgic reflection. I get stuck in the past and can't escape. I've been trapped in a holding pattern over the past recently, totally obsessed with where I'm not rather than where I am. Dissatisfaction should be met with change, not with stagnation and so I change. I will burst into flame and emerge from the ashes, because that's what I do. Right now, my flames are encompassing my living and dining rooms and I am grateful for the eternal patience of my roommates as I immolate in common space.

Needs

I need more poetry in my everyday life. I need to be more lyrical as I am less spherical, though I suppose equally diabolical overall. Change is good, death comes, I am too straightforward right now.
I need more flying energy in my life, I need to be less routined. I need exploration, inner and outer. I need openness, because I am closed right now.
I need to brush out the fluff and become the twisty multicolored wool that is the sweater of my life. I need to wear my green boots and kilt together.
I need to run headlong into a few things, rather than dodging everything. I need to be a daredevil.
Enigmatic like the sphinx. I have failed to cultivate my aura of mystery, instead striving for a plebian everymanhood. I need to perform and be a tortured artist. I need to learn to dance.
I need to do magic more, I need to trust in patterns. I need to change.
Most of all, I need to find myself again, because I wandered off somewhere in all this confusion

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Alright, I live now in a house that has no name. It needs one badly, but is still without one. Once we get a name, we can get a couch, and once we have a couch, we can have a real party, so we need name suggestions, those who have or haven't been to the house can both add suggestions, and they will be reviewed by our panel of experts.