…birdflew…

Well!  The welcoming party for this week’s guest questioner, The Seductress, got a bit out of hand, as as I suppose all great parties are wont to do.  Wine flies when you’re drinking time, doesn’t it dear friends.  Alas I’m quite sodden from my dip(s) in the fountain and have some ’splaining to do as to why there are sequinned frocks festooning the hedge maze.   But in all, it really was a lovely fete, even if the chandeliers will never quite be the same. 

After many strong cups of coffee, some tea sandwiches and the application of some fresh eyelash glue, I think we are now able to share the answers with you: 

-Just like Max: big show, no results.

-I was nobody until writing my memoirs.

-UK, visualization, atmosphere, specific, unique, music, listener. (In no particular order.)

-Oh shit. Not again; I’ll never learn.

- Experimentation with alternate realities has created stability.

-Projection, preparation, planning; International woman of mystery.

-So many times, tried not to wonder.

-Seven Year Travel Itch, Every Four Years.

-My best just wasn’t ever good enough.

-Do it like you mean it, bitch.

-I am not David Bowie. that sucks.

-Imperfect; yet tried, true and nihilistically benevolent.

-Deciding to be indecisive never works out.