I am Kali...Here me roar.

I of course, mean no respect to Mother Kali, Hinduism, or Hindus or anyone's personal beliefs. I was blog hopping and jumped from Ali to Gemini and Scorpio and found this scope for the Scorpio. As  of late, it seems so true (Hmmmm, Gus?). Reading it made me think of Kali. Heh....I've been saying I'm a goddess. Been told I'm a goddess. Who am I to argue?! Perhaps I just didn't know I was Mother Kali.

Whatever is dark, deep, mystical and hidden in the depths of your soul can be drawn out through your crotch. So knows Scorpio, who understands that your most secret parts can be exposed through close contact with your privates. After all, Scorpio rules the doorway between sex and death, and he or she likes to visit that doorway as often as possible. In truth, Scorpio isn't a sex addict. He or she simply has no time for trivialities. If you pique a Scorpio's interest, he or she wants to taste, smell and understand you inside and out. Why waste precious time with skin-deep chatter when Scorpio could have already gutted you and spread your organs across her bedroom floor for seriously close examination? On the other hand, if you fail to stir Scorpio's deep waters, don't expect a polite kiss good-bye. Expect either a silent dismissal (why bother with anything else?) or evisceration. Annoy a Scorpion, and you won't simply be stung. You'll be fully injected with systemic poison that will invade every pore and inform it of its inadequacy. The opposite of generation is destruction, after all. Love with a Scorpio is a bloody, vicious ride through the unconscious, and only the strong of heart need apply.