Taylor Swift Week


I like my odds. I ensure my card is on file with Ticketmaster and all the third parties. I am texting my friend Jen. I know several. They’re good people. I inquire how easy it is to make a cape out of a Taylor Swift banner. I am thinking of my outfit, the merch opposite the Vega$ show. I am solo to do my own Boo. The last minute will drop significantly. I envision a kickass seat with a view. I know the seating chart, and I remember the Eras Tour. I believe the price will be right. It will feel right on Saturday and Sunday night.

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Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity and deep-rooted trauma, fear, anger, insecurity, and vulnerability. I heal with every stroke of the pen. Night Falls, I fear myself. I AM the monster underneath my bed. I do not wish to provoke you.  As you venture into my headspace, you ARE a willing participant. Disclaimer: 40/60 IRT

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