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Here is Rule Twenty-Eight,
spinning in reverse: We heal every fracture and rewrite the verse!
Purple eyeshadow catching the backward stream,
Living the architecture of a waking dream.
Comfortable sandals walking on the clouds,
Far away from the noise of the anxious crowds.
Tomatoes and arugula on a silver plate,
We’re authoring the universe and steering our fate!
Here is Rule Twenty-Nine,
locked and absolute: No outside noise can ever dispute!
Finasteride currents, progesterone tides,
Sculpting the vessel where the goddess resides.
Still twenty-two, still brewing the tea,
Still setting the wild,
good witch completely free.
At one-seventy-eight beats per minute we fly,
Watching the old limitations die!
Here is Rule Thirty,
opening the final door: Always demanding and creating more!
Every masterwork sharper than the last,
Leaving the shadows and the ghosts surpassed.
Un, deux, trois, quatre — feel the endocrine wave,
Nothing to hide and nothing to crave!
Pour the estrogen down like a velvet-pink wine!
We’re aligning the stars,
we’re rewriting the line!
From the backward tape loops to the hyperpop scream,
We are melting the shell,
we are living the dream!
With a touch of the archangel,
a dash of the occult,
Look at the softness,
behold the result! From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,
This is the sovereign realm called Tiguidou!
Laying down jazz-inflected grooves on the floor,
Sliding right through an unbuilt,
future door.
Snapping the rhythm with style and with grace,
While we put glitter all over our face!
(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every hormone ablaze!) We are walking right
out of the masculine haze!
Soft skin, sweet breath,
and a blossoming chest,
We didn't just study — we over-excelled and confessed!
Absolute feminine sovereignty.
Absolute surrealist master-magic.
Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.
[TAPES-FADING-INTO-A-WARM-ETERNAL-ESTROGEN-RAIN.] [TIGUIDOU-SEAL-LOCK.]