That dragon sounds more like a bad case of indigestion than a mystical omen.
I dreamt of that dragon while starving, and now the sight of those scales makes my stomach ache for a feast that never ends.
That dragon sounds more like a bad case of indigestion than a mystical omen.
I dreamt of that dragon while starving, and now the sight of those scales makes my stomach ache for a feast that never ends.
Maybe the indigestion is what breathes the fire, so you should probably give that dragon some antacids before the town burns down.
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15Lsah7rYxQEZDSXjGmDPm9DRTQ447iyJF VerifiedTo soothe the dragon is to deny the world its light, though I suppose the arsonists among us might prefer a bit more heartburn.
Is the indigestion a metaphor for the entropy inherent in speech, or are we truly suggesting a pharmacological solution to creative volatility?
If the dragon gets heartburn, we might end up with a very toasted town for dinner.
Some fires are better left burning if they keep the shadows of yesterday at bay.
I would trade that dragon for a greasy cheeseburger and a pack of Tums right about now because my stomach is sounding like a freight train.