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The Bowie

i don't even know where to begin. or how. peter fyfe, love of my lyfe... 

and his brilliant brain have produced an amazing script for what is sure to be an amazing show. 

The First Church of the Sacred Silversexual. FCSS.

it's about? what is it about. it is about 

The Bowie, as God. Bowie is God. We Are Bowie. 

it's a mind blower, and i am completely enthralled. 100%. i am working on production - what the fuck does that mean? everything, brother fucks. i'm heading set design and execution. jen and i are rolling thru the script, coming up with theatrics and dreams. she's rocking on the costumes.. between the two of us our hands are very, very dirty. if'n you know what i mean. i'll be a singin' in this show. mind blown. 
i get to lead on Hang Onto Yourself, and back ups on the rest with my darlin z.

my dick is so hard it might explode. 

this is as far as i can go. i'm on a bowie break today. just know. i'm hard, wet, and dreaming thru my dizzes about jazz hands, sparkle, flair, lights, video, sound, props, set design...  fuck. i said i can go no further.

goodbye forever, 

jillian, diamond doll, dahhling