So then, what is it about vegas? Pray tell...
Sin city, jugular of the american dream....ruthless, homeless....beautiful, extravagant....cobweb afternoons, debaucherous nights, secretive vegas......
Of course I would be none the wiser after I emerge from the drug induced alcoholic binge that I shall be jumping into...for it has to be done! In fact it has already been set in motion and I have been told its an unstoppable thing...
and then of course there’s the money...ah but alice and the white rabbit in the corner tell me that they don’t care for money....it don’t buy them love...or was that Elvis..this is all too much for a friday morning....and then I see the fucker...the mad hatter...no! he sees me...fuck...
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way to go!
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