Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Chorus:
But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.



Now don't get him wrong, he does support our troops and he would love to tie a Yellow Ribbon to his CB antenae, but he would put it on his other car. The one that gets 50 miles a gallon.


SOrry mnaz, is it time to say hi-jack? The Pictures are wonderful addition to the stories from camp. Thanks

SOrry mnaz, is it time to say hi-jack? The Pictures are wonderful addition to the
stories from camp. Thanks

March 28: It goes dark. I build a fire, drink whiskey, pour whiskey on the fire, jog up on the north mesa where the trail glows for no good reason. My effort makes me thirsty, so I drink a tad more whiskey. Stars remain at ease until threat of a fat moon, which lights dull, heavenly silk in the east.

We're on your trail now, amigo.
this is like something from george Crane'svisionary bezerking,
Beyond the house of the False Lama
toward the envy of angelz
graciouz
i got to tread in the desert a few times
real glorious trampings, hombre!
waiting for your illustrated journals
treading softly
toward samadhi

those mounds
ply my eyes
like breasts oh my
scintillating light show
kodak zen
if ya can't take mohammed to th mountain
bring th mountain to mohammed
ommmmmmmmmmmmmmy gawd
ya gotta love them tittie mountainz!

Couldn't help myself.