Communion in May. Oh ho lag a day! This time more instruments than players, next time more centaurs and less hooligans, and the time after we can expect more rain than fire, I tell you. I'd like to quote a friend and say "the rocks are doing something, so bode well for the sticks," but that's not exactly what he said as he threw the hat onto the rocket launcher. No need to worry, this is all entirely true, except for the parts I'm making up.
Speaking of centaurs.
And with beliefs green. So spoke the queen. Ah, ye of little faith, and much smaller fingers. The tiniest fingers (to come!).
