Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone; Peace to our children when they fall: in small war, in hunger or on the heels of war - until the end of time. To police the earth, a ghost orbiting forever lost in our monotonous sublime.

The dream

Somewhere in the jungle is a red plush sofa
There lies some and waiting for me...
Yes, I`ll scream I are on the way !
sounds an -
but this flood of sex preserving ...
cars and tires.
And jackals in gabardine !
Bloody hell that is urgent...
And as the uniformed apes and parrots,
culture war !
Bloody hell that is urgent ...
Today, I do not comments on much
Hang five hours in a tree and tried to write...
Bloody hell that can not be...
While the right opinions rush past looking for a way out !
It was night, before I dared to go down.
The burial Serious dark, I keep the balance
Bloody hell can not find the PC
The tree trunk laughed ... I ran for life
Yes, I come !
But too late ?
Beloved !
Somewhere in the jungle is a red plush sofa,
Where lies she ... in the projector light !
Blood hell I missed it !
I think ...

Understand it, the one who can ...