Catra

As always. At least until his majesty's slumber calls for his shell to come to rest. Every so often. And he is within his spectral dimension, he shall think you, & him, & her, & that one other dude who's name I can't quite recall as of the moment, who have given him reason to slingshot back to the home that is BZP.

Poetic A'nit!

Goodnight my la