Taurus E

Taurus is a total shit show, no way out. Stubbornness is all they care about. You can’t budge ‘em, even if the world blows. They’ll just say, “I’m fine,” while the tension Grows. Their house is a museum from a century past. Every piece of junk is built to last. A broken radio, no sound, no use. “Don’t touch it, I mean it,” stop making excuse. Bags and boxes, scrap metal and rags. Leave it alone as the energy drags. Throw out the trash that is floating your face Like you ripped out a lung and left an Empty space. Taurus, clinging to the dead like it’s Still alive. To junk, to love, to the bullshit, They survive. Taurus won’t let go even when it’s clear it’s Over. It’s fucked. The end is here. Taurus is the anchor, not the sail of the Way. They chose to suffer and drag through the Day. You say, “Leave,” they say, “Deal with the Load,” and they’ll love you through the blood on The road. Suspicious is putting it way too mild. They see a trap where the path is wild. You just walked in, but they’ve already sworn that You crossed them before you were even born. Jealousy is oxygen, it’s always there. They’ll stay silent but wage an internal war. That quiet look is like a sharpened knife. You’re standing right there, but you’re out of their Life. They don’t move the world or break the Line. They just stand their ground and think they’re Fine. Calm on the surface, a volcano inside. If it erupts, there’s nowhere to hide. But if you’re their person, they’re a brick wall. For the truth, for the chaos, they’ll take the Fall. They’ll rip ‘em apart, never asking you why, Then take the hit and won’t even cry. They’re heavy and stubborn, a difficult scene. But if you’re by their side, They’re for real, and they’re mean.