Prince -- so extraordinarily talented, so unique, so paisley and purple and sexual without pretext -- has moved on to a different plane today. It seems inconceivable that he should die; he seemed ageless somehow. His music was very much a part of the soundtrack of high school and college, and with his passing, another piece of my youth has gone.
Godspeed, Prince. And, because it is a classic: Purple Rain.
NinjaHead resides with a sesquipedalian woman known herein as Herself. Herself has a Beloved Husband, with whom she shares three young adult Offspring. When she is not writing Things, Herself nurtures a visceral fondness for small furry creatures. The household menagerie, which has varied in size and composition over the years, presently contains four exuberant young bunnies. Someday, there will be more critters, for she loves them tremendously.
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