Living Dead
A witch of darkest hour
... I am.
Laughs from the audience that are my actors. Bravo! Bis! Bis!
I feel drained. All of me is sucked into an unending scandal that will reignite in a couple of minutes as well as mashed on by the feet of a thousand little men [or mice].
Even T doesn't help anymore. Romanticism is a cure-ful homewrok, at least.
I feel like a zombie that want to go to heaven.
