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Region: Nudist Dreamland
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The Random Rocker looks at me hard when I walk in to the bar, mean like. Was it some thing I was wearing? No, I was nude, as usual.
They tapped their finger on the bar for more to be put in their shot glass. After it was filled, they kept tapping..... and tapping and tapping..... all while staring at me. Not knowing what the problem was, I went back to the math I was doing---
Minus one richy, plus a punk, plus a half of power...... or is that dividing one richy? The square root of pi---
The Rocker downs the drink and smashes the glass on the bar, in between them and I. Shattered glass grazes my hyena scars and I look up to see a bloodied hand with one of its equally bloody fingers pointed at me.
After they pushed through the exit doors, leaving a red handprint behind, I took the message as I should get my show promoting going. I will work on that. Such a music lover, that one...
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Math...
I like to rock, but i am comparatively rich to some in the world and I often feel powerful...... so does that mean I have to pay 3/4 price?
I will have that happy Thursday for free though, gladly. You all too!
