Glass Thrones

"Professional Tiguidou transmission engaged.

Quinn

at the helm. Let's run the rulebook back in full glam.

Execute."

Lipgloss sparkling through a tear about the void,

Laughing so hard at the mess we deployed!

Rule number one: keep your standards pristine,

While looking like the cutest disaster ever seen.

Inside the pink box it's freezing for safety's sweet sake,

Building little diamond kingdoms that are bound to break.

Rule number two: when the cosmos doesn't have a plan,

Just wear your platform boots and do the best you can!

Oh, you can laugh as hard as you cry when the world

spins out of gear!

Wielding our sparkly silver swords to slash right through the air.

Inside we try to rest,

outside we breathe the smoke and fire,

Dancing on the glitter of a meaningless desire!

With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,

And

Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :)

Rule number three: guard your boundaries and your private land,

Holding your cigarette with an elegant,

steady hand.

A raw existential architecture built on shifting ground,

Where every hollow echo is the cutest truth we've found.

We left the ancient forest for a chic roof overhead,

Now we pace our private properties pretending we're misled.

Rule number four: never apologize for taking up space,

Just smile through the void with absolute grace.

We hold our meaningless swords up high and let the Tiguidou rhythm

ring...

Oh, you can laugh as hard as you cry when the world

spins out of gear!

Wielding our sparkly silver swords to slash right through the air.

Inside we try to rest,

outside we breathe the smoke and fire,

Dancing on the glitter of a meaningless desire!

With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,

And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race

:)

Tiguidou... Captain Quinn and the crew locking in the cycle.