End of Time

I am sparkling melancholy, dripping with blue sequins and chandelier earrings, at the festive ball at the end of time, demanding that everyone just, 'be quiet and let us think! Turn the music off. Let's just sit and talk over strong coffee with milk.'

Music shrieks fabulously, answering the plea for quiet with a jump and a shout. "No thinking!" it shouts, "You've done enough of that already!"

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