As a part of my new year, Digital spring cleaning. Old writings found in cleaning up my files

Dragon Con Poem written November 1st 2015 They decided to leave together. The nurse and the walking egg. The party wasn't dying down as Villains made their way from bus stops. Angels clutches their wings as autumn winds sweep pass. Witches and Amazons danced with Spartans and Ghostbusters to a track by The Roots and Dilla! They call it Plug two. The celebration’s climax had just begun. Jack O Lanterns glowing . Liquor overflowing, feet stomping as she danced. The zombie themed nurse from South Georgia laughed out loud. Her cup was empty. Exhausted from being full. Tonight…. She was the undead. To the night crawling X-men cosplayers….she was a dancing Goddess.. The front door opens to a white shell well over five feet tall. It wore tennis shoes and had no room to walk through the crowd. It scrabbled passed the DJ Booth. It posted near the John. It cracked some poor bastard who had turned to him and thought he was golf ball. So they decided to leave together. After glimpses across the jubilation. After casual word exchange. Before he accidentally stepped on her left foot. Before the "Who came first dilemma involving a chicken" joke was uttered. She laughed at him and smiled. "Do you want to go so where?" "Where?" "Some where quiet." A Solider singing Hendrix. Karaoke fun. "All Along the Watchtower" As Storm troopers and vampires join in drunken. As the undead and poultry conversed into the next hour. But she wanted to leave. She wanted to. The egg didn't seem to mind.