Ahem,
Couch reminitions
Loaded amunitons and
Green tinged sunrises
Clouds driven by Heracles
Charioteer of the human soul
And where is the fire?
Remind me to wake Promitheus
From his Vicadin stupor
It's getting a might chilly
On this floating continent.
Oops, I spilled some wine
All over your crotch
Looks like me or Aphrodite
Should slurp it up.
The judgement of drunkards
Don't miss the opening performance!
It's about time you woke up
With blood on your hands
Or, I guess, could be red wine.
Cardboard boxes contain hope
Until they are unceremoniously opened.
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Desperate, Bloodthirsty, ect.
