Dreamed of J.Paul last night. We were doing things out of town while staying in a huge old house of an older southern society lady and her husband. I was counting how many rooms had fireplaces and trying to avoid faux pas. Jae was keeping me on my toes.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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