Semi-Daily Scribbles

Sew your suit of armor and don't skimp on the red thread.

All you have to do is look at the Emperor and know you can believe everything you've read.

No fear
No shame
No dread of falling out of fashion.

The bronze scars where buttons and bows should be are beautiful against a blank canvas.

Put on a pair of stolen shoes and walk the runway until you see nothing.

Nothing is truth trying on disguises.

Did the tailor get the fit right when the Emperor left the palace?

No seamstress worth her weight in patience would ever run out of red thread.