You introduced me to doomsday, on a Haigh person’s bed. And with cards, missiles, and nukes. We decimated the dead.
Is Mr. Lee a mystery? Playing the bugle on a machine? An unreserved man in the reserve. Semi-jobless like me and living a dream.
Someday we’ll be ridiculously rich. Because of the TAIL of a girl named Stella. Her story of mermaids will be epic. And vaguely similar to a girl named Bella.
Tridents of truth. Mermen uncouth. Powers presiding. Kingdoms colliding.
There’re murmurs from mers, of antarctic angry centaurs. They’ll fight, but don’t stop it. Because in strife: there’s profit!