Britney’s Eraser

On New Years Eve, Britney marched madly out of the Hollywood bowl gala to a gauntlet of photographers. As cameras flashed outside the aquarium, she tripped over a microphone in her long skirt and spilt her martini glass. She crashed headfirst into the armored limo’s side mirror, resulting in a black eye.

The black eye was uploaded onto spiritually based satellites, and then quickly downloaded, down-under into New ZZZ-Land presses, so they could be the first to public-size her misfortune on that initial nanosecond of New Year’s.

Britney sat up in the back of her limo, stretched her legs and doused her cuts. The side windows were blackened but the photographers now had devices that would penetrate armored windows.

Her agent tried to soothe her, by caressing her arm and telling her “any publicity is good publicity.” But, Britney finally stopped believing it.

Promotion at what cost? Losing her children?

She thought that those millions of photos of her spread round the world the last decade might have taken something away from her. Something that wouldn’t allow her to be her true self.

At least she got a clue, before the camera

Machinery

Completely

Downloaded

Her

Spirit

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nothing

ness

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