All hope was gone, enough. “The Dr. says holding my hand, what should we do?”
What are you asking me for? Give me SCALES AND A TAIL,I’m Moving to Atlantis, new apartments. He glared and said, Your lungs will be perfect. I was really sick of all of this. Thanks Phillip Morris, I hate you.
Top left, You can see me getting a Tail, like a mermaid. See the score on the wall: Dragon Slayer, a Million, the dragon -0
There he was holding two perfect lungs. The surgeon c
at off my tail and put in the kungs. See feet, as I swim through the hole in the rock.Then I awoke in a bed filled with roses and cigarette butts, ha ha funny.
They sent me home after 6 days, it was too quick but no one listened. Alone, but alive I got on the bus and headed for home.
The cockroaches were there to greet me. Oh boy.