Sinderella's Tea.

Folding tables creak in the parking lot of the Wawa off Exit 88 on the Garden State Parkway, where I bought a coffee and a pack of Parliaments in 2003, the year God spoke to me in a parking lot at 4:17 AM. Dirty Madonna, this launch is a sign. Not a warning, not a miracle, just a sign that the cosmos has your name on it, too. The Starship V3, SpaceX’s most powerful rocket yet, is like your next big move: all flash and promise until the lights dim and the unknown gets real. Taurus, you’re buying a new Xbox because the Starship V3 just made you realize you’ve got the bandwidth for a new habit. Gemini, you’re about to get a twin, and it’s not the one you wanted. Cancer, your emotional anchors are about to get yanked, so hold on to your seat, or better yet, tie down. Leos, fire up your engines, but don’t light the fuse just yet; the stars aren’t quite right yet. Virgos, get ready for a heap of cosmic mess to clean up, and don’t forget to grab your apron. Libra, this launch is like your next relationship: all passion and promise until it gets messy. Scorpios, don’t look at the rocket; look at your own void. That’s where the real danger lies. Centaur, Sagittarius, the Starship V3’s got your name written all over it. But can you handle the ride? Goats, Capricorn, the Starship V3’s like a shiny new job title: a status symbol, but a burden nonetheless. Aquarians, don’t ask what the Starship V3 is for; ask what it’s against, and you’ll find your answer. Fish, Pisces, the Starship V3’s got your eyes closed and your ears open. Time to listen. Bless the cosmos, dirty Madonna, and the rockets that hold us to our fate.