I have never been fawned over so eloquently as opposed to when I hosted Sapphic Night as HerPes Lovecraft. My forearm was scrawled with numbers akin to an ancient prolific text that spread across my skin as a forthcoming omen. It was nice. Though I did notice someone drew a phallus on my elbow. My penis wenis. #nsfw
Something wicked this way 'comes' is an obvious joke to make that I will only do so in self-analytical jest. Frankly, I would assume it is an open of something horrible happening to balance out the karmic metric ton that I was delivered.
omen*** OMEN**** Forgive my transgressions. I am slightly hungover on merely two hours of sleep and dealing with my law firm's horrid interplanetary relations.
Currently the weather is set to be... alright.