You’re on in five, the moon and her magick, divination, and all that’s always relevant, space and time, gravity, games that children play, and games that adults die for, real money, the blood flowing through your veins, would you go to war, for Helen of Troy, magick is such a deep well, if you dwell too deeply, you simply become a spirit, flowing freely, into open doors, unguarded minds, consent, simply filling a cup, winners, entering a room, honey in a jar, a universe eating, the sun and the moon, and the stars, main characters and the audience, not even Anna, not even Tanya, so much greatness in all of us, dare to look down, a fisherman waiting, who built these roads, I don’t know, some sort or chaos architect, spiders spinning their web, kiss her lips, such deep holes, it’s like the heavens don’t care, to walk through the valley, and pass through unhindered, plucking fruits and flowers, a price echoes, Hotel California, you can never leave, the author who wrote this book, the sun and the moon, they watch, weighing each intent, it may have never been me to begin with, there was a house in New Orleans, hmm, hmm…Stolen novel; please report.