I had the most BIZARRE dream about some high roller I'd never heard of taking an interest in my photo essay "The Stones We Throw" and inviting me to an elite party that involved furry fetish gear. But not in a fun way. More of an uncomfortable, creepy way.
Also King Charles was there. He never said anything to me, just stared awkwardly. But he kept turning into an ermine and skittering around the room.
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@threetails Maybe it was an ermine wearing King Charles' skin as a furless-suit?
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