Losing names, waving cash... chain-smoking dark cigars seeing by dark stars like a blood-born bat flying over a city of the drug-lit now purging old...
Hmm... Cecelia, I hope my reply didn't seem over-enthusiastic. See, it just pleasantly took me by surprise to have such a very young lady express her...
I'm okay, baby Rung, except maybe that I'm flying a little too close to the sun... but such fire I've known fire before, and know how to do just what...
