They killed my muse
...and stole my dancing shoes.
Those poseurs at the Command Center did. Those heartless and mindless life forms who are
I need to go get back what was taken from me, follow what the alignment of the stars and planets (a.k.a. Diva Wears Nada's fearless horoscope) say, "Your stress level is soaring through the roof. De-stress by unloading a hail of gatling gun bullets to your source of stress. Your aim is flawless today!"
Hope you will still be here when I return.
In short: This blogger's on indefinite hiatus. Was just squeezing out what's left of my faery dust.

























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