Poem.
Screeching sounds from falling rocks
Then giant snakes dripping venom
Many black dragons breathing flame
Thick smoke for miles around
I stare and a flower
And melt.
Best to be right up there yelling..
I suspect foul play in the flooding of the Gold Dust Lounge since someone has tried to sabotage the place once already. You will be caught and thrown in jail who ever you are.
The story of my life continues..
Not going to waste my shot!
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