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"Terpsichore, please come to the stage."
I walk out wearing a silver cape.
My cheeks are contoured with teal shadow.
I model the future fashion of our universe.
My indigo tresses are pulled up high and tight.
People don’t have balls.
They’ve got phones
that say you’re a Rock God
They’ve got TVs
the size of stadiums
They’ve got music
plugged in their ears 24/7
