The shut down shut up butt out you do not matter unless my matter says you matter to my money.

The ghost talk to the hand cut off talkies peripheral noise to any emotional other than don’t upset me I’m dancing and don’t have time to talk

The dignity of respect whirling in my own above you now cuz I am twirling diva and don’t need to speak up for myself against a monument I hold no regard.

The whirling dervish will dance around you but keep it pretty or you must leave the dance floor. No rags tags talk to me here cuz I am in charge of this space dance. Move along broken judges to my noble diva silence.

I am the whirling devdivaish don’t bother with me cuz I am dancing to my own shadow now.