weekdays at midnight hold the conflicting magic (majiks?... magyks?... majyks?... majics?... madness?) that cross the precious morning sleep-awake where tink and other magical mysteries (and a few tours) live and that awake-dead where werewolves (not just of london) and vampires (not just in twilight) and other things that go bump in the night (and not just this literary reference either) exist to chase and capture, mesmerize and haunt, tickle and seduce (and not just for those with minds in the gutter, purile humans, tsk, tsk, narf) and i, me, myself, find all and more...
and it's the more where i wait for you :)
spin! :)
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