Those old style 19th Century Pluto in Pisces Peeps really knew how to party, right? Or sorry, ahem, tonify their lungs and relax whilst nursing a nasty cough.
I mean, seriously, ONE NIGHT OF WHAT?
Sleep-texting? Entities hanging out in your bedroom? Being barred from the Astral Plane for being drunk and disruptive? Hypnogogic graffiti all over your walls but it disappears before you can read what it says? Spider hallucinations?
And what would the “other ingredients” this Neptunian nightmare would be so “skillfully combined” with? Skullcap, valerian, bats piss, crushed violets from a graveyard gathered under the three-quarter Moon in Scorpio?
Maybe it’s called One Night because that’s how long this schizz would take to kill you. Or, you know, someone you were “nursing.”
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