throw your money in the wind and wake with a mouthfull of ash

[ornithomimus]

killing slugs between my fingers. carrying soft and rotted pieces of wood that will never burn to a fire. my name is forgotten by everyone. as i bend over, presenting my hand, the dog snarls and tears at my fingers with gnashing yellow teeth. i scream but everyone else laughs

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booze frenzy at the dog tracks:

[lepustwo]

Me and butchie stumbled through security and sat among wealthy whit aristocrats with a taste for gambling.
We bet on dogs in a fit of maddness and money infests the thought process.

Whats that smell...
Aloha sandman.