______________________________________________ Florida a djungle of mainiacs with their wired boobs.
Unsoficient. Perhaps they would like sailning.
For them bombs to rest. Heaven from the underworld.
They fool their self. Unacting unspoken .
But die to hell lurking fantasies there is nonen who cares.
Down there. Anyway. To flip the coin is to enlight.
To drag away with a bounch of guys form them drink beer.
Then all the discusting christians have their resaon in heavy gear.
Behind the gun always frantic. To put that tourch blister in their eyes.
Accousing manor and walk away. For the others to party.
Then collect the pieces that was left behind and pretend.
Pretending not to care not earlier strap of equipment.
Those ortodox intruders. Then Shefflu up In Göran Perssons hell ass.
