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| missPowers |
...not profound nor enigmatic...
...you see, it's quite the tiniest step out from behind the wings, if only to gain a glimpse of all things deliciously decadent and debauched (well as debauched as they can be without old Skyhook).
It's a very very tiny step...I'm not quite ready to go back into the belly of the beast, and as my cynicism would render me quite unpalatable, I prefer not to willingly embark on any journeys akin to "spit on the sidewalk" - my self destruction has it's limits you know...it's all pink bubbles, glitter and feather boas for me.
Act 1, scene 1 - a winter night, lightly bruised
*a big bad dog exits stage left...*
Girl: I think it's time for sleep...
*rubs stinging eyes and with a furrowed brow, falls asleep*
Curtain falls
