Rave of Thrones

Go ahead and pop your Molly, baby. No need for me. I've got wings. Going in like a pro, like a club bunny, like a skater bum, like a B-girl, like a hype man.  It's inherent, innate. Insert my ear plugs, shut my eyes, deep breath, and soon, Terpsichore arrives. Muse of Dance clasps my … Continue reading Rave of Thrones