Dreams Come True. Chapter 573.

I am grooving the early evening away with Punk Barbie. “Wanna hear your station, Mr. King?” Punk Barbie asked. Which one? I did not know what I was in the mood for. “Dark 80s,” Punk Barbie said.

How does it feel to treat me like you do.

Yesterday was all kerflooey. A confluence of forces, a delta of Venus. It is…