Taking a form in the distance approaches a beautiful queen canoodling with the angles. Your thirst is drenched with sand as you crawl to safety. They have been approaching for days and the doors of prosperity are slowly closing. But in a cloud of smoke the green is restored and the mind is focused. Awakening in frieght the man flees towards the beautiful women waving to him from a distance. Grasping on deaths cellar door the man romanticizes his fate. Attacked from all angles the man finds the will to live and grabs the hand of eternal thought.
Last Call For Alcohol,
Good Morning Vietnam
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