2 September 2012
Cave the primitive rave. Cloud the music loud. The Cave & Cloud our sanctuary of indulgence. The champagne showers and sparkling smiles. Bubbly party and girly girls and manly men. The simple two. Drug and booze. Simple drink and fruity love. Slice yourself and cut the lemon, the bittersweet glory. Press the fruit to your blood and leave this earth. The sour juice elevates you. Your blood runs all, cold and hot, passion, joy, hate, love and despair. Join the yellow rush. Lemon skin, joyful sin, rush to heaven for a drink, this place is lush, then sink, back to the poetry loud. The club, The Cave & Cloud.
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