In Search of Elsewhere
There once lived a bitch that was Queen of a faraway fucking land. Her castle was know for its beautiful ass tapestries, ones so beautiful that people would stand outside for hours, captivated and mesmerized by the intricate patterns laid before their very eyes. The curtains were never drawn open because the Queen didn’t want anyone to see the inside of the castle, for she believed it would reveal the inside of her soul.
On the darkest, most cloudiest day that the land had ever seen, the bearer of bad news walked hurriedly to her parlor to tell her the unimaginable: her investments had fallen through and she had only a few bucks left to her name. Even her Amex Black Card had to be cut in half. This was absofuckinglutely devastating, given that she still had two months of scheduled society Galas and exquisite dinners. There was no way she was going to let the people of her land have the satisfaction of seeing her fail, fuck that! Thus the Queen decided, each day for the next sixty-two days, she would take down one curtain and make a garment so utterly lavish and decadent, that when it came to hosting these mighty feasts, no-one would be unable to take their envious eyes off of her.
As each day passed, her regalia became more avant-garde and the interior of ther castle even more exposed. On the 62nd day, the final curtain came down and the Queen hosted her last soiree (these sixty-two days would be later known as the “62 days of the unseen”). As the spectacular night wore on, the Queen began to realize that she would have to leave this very evening in order to protect her ego and her pride- the only two things she had left. When her guests were on their 3rd or 4th glasses of Henny, she figured she could escape without anyone noticing because they were tipsy as hell. She discreetly crept out through the small wooden door at the back of the banquet hall and escaped into the dark of the night. Her last few coins remained clinking in her pocket as she ran towards the sea in search of Elsewhere.