[Insert username here]

Monologue, making her entrance- marking her exit from youth.

Like, can you even f(x), lifted that high in the air?

I see one stilt, one horn of the fabled unicorn father elevating you into a primal oasis of body language and low strung sweatpants.  

Monologue, whistling witch -

Bless her heart... She tries so hard to be the fantasy, the twitching eye masterpiece.

Monologue of depressed whimsy.

The woman is in her studio trying on wigs. She has a prisoner of the heart. He is a mighty lizard with humanoid role models. On any given day you can find him in the bedroom with a virtual reality headset, casting demons from his shadow.