She’s late tonight…

The red carpet awaits, ready to be christened….but this one is unlike any other – a blanket of infinite proportions adorned from edge to edge with the most chaotic ensemble of twinkling peppered stardust, perfectly poised, like a jackson pollock painting but with the puppetmaster up his ass.
I’m used to waiting… a man’s prerogative; you can’t rush a woman’s when she’s about to make an entrance.

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