I have my Saturn in Ophiuchus. I need to find time to go out for a night hunt for fireflies, gather about ten of them, short-circuit them with the sting of a homosexual drone, call my friend the prostitute from Ioannina to send me frog legs, find a rooster from an immigrant in the historic center, select it, make sure it has despair accumulated in its comb... I want a prayer rope made by a Mount Athos trickster monk (this is very easy: I have many connections in the realm of the invisible, because I've been involved in real estate since childhood), and wrap all these in a twelve-year-old virgin's bikini, worn out from water slides, make it into a bundle and put it in the microwave! It will take me three minutes, strictly timed, and I will have to chant Jewish curses in German! You apply the miraculous potion to your temples along with two yolks from golden eggs and go out to the rooftop at half past midnight for magnetic moon therapy during the moon's waning phase.