7/31/17

Above The Peaks


Someone find a heart.
Put it on ice, make sure it still beats.
Send it overnight.
Accross the oceans, above the peaks.

Send it right to me.
Somehow make it fit, modify if needed.
Push the blood through.
Pull it back, clean it up nice and pure.

So it flows bright red.

Hang Gliders

  Death to America, death to all. Hit Beirut after ditching the Shah. Flew hang gliders in to murder and maim. Took hostages, too, always th...