“Glitter, smoke, holograms in the wall…”

Thinks the sorceress while raising her hand to touch the moon

And topdown driving uphill 80mile*h back to the city.

It was just midnight and the glory of Calabasas barely awaken by electronic drums began another drunk night in the hills.

“And how I love my women.

How they cheer me.

How they teach me about life.

Kenatzenk!”

Meanwhile, in the pursuit of that king that will rock every second of her world she embodies the never-ending story of the city.

Life is full of possibilities.

We’re down to 98: time to get a math teacher.