NEW SHOOT OUT SURPRISES FEW

The day is getting better with each step
I know now that the darkness outside is filled with tiny insects
But stepping out scares them and they gather together in a ball in the sky
Some call it the moon
And while the seagulls are crying
We fall but our souls are flying
The fighter jets scream as they pass
Where can we go
Where can we hide
In fact, where are we actually
Is this my country or yours
Or theirs

The gun felt clumsy in his hands
Alien
Malignant
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The gun felt heavy in his hands
he knows he couldn't lift it
all the strength was going out of him in waves of searing pain
My lips are numb for the most part
but the touch of whisky still reaches me
behind all this protection
below all this rubble
And the whisky was flowing
Like never before
As folks just shake their heads
And pour
..and on a.nother note new photos have been added to :a£@$∞∞÷o foto:

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