The mug shot, that was the name of the bar. Post traumatic stress disorder. Attention, there is something in progress. You might as well just tell them to run, because that is what they're going to do anyway, little guy. The evil baby is the one who finishes everything. But don't worry, we're going straight to our customers with this.

I can't believe it, after the taste of human flesh, one cannot go back. One has to channel these things into positive directions. So relax, it's just someone you know well, no reason to get upset. If you want to party, go back to the old way.

Snakes are chopped up, your weird new pet. There is nothing good or bad about this, only neutral. If someone is seeking attention, don't give it to them. After months of practice, anything and anyone can learn how to dance. If there's an escapee, then you have to escape yourself, as well. You can sniff things out, but don't be surprised if you find scotch instead of what you were looking for.

People have to get over things, even though there is nothing really to get over. Things can appear to be safe, but indeed they are dangerous. A cloud of danger, a cloud of fear and fright. This is the end of the long day.