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Category Archives: flying
Angels & Alligators
When I was a kid I used to think that Florida was Heaven not because I had been there or had even seen pictures of it or really knew anything at all about the place but when I was 5, … Continue reading →
Space
Sometimes I like laying in the bed of a moving pickup truck at night and staring up at the stars. It feels like I’m flying through space. Sometimes, I remember that we are.
The Heart Of Babylon
You say we fight for freedom even though you know its a lie our duffel bags are packed and we’re heading to Iraq and theres a good chance that we’re going to die. We took off from Atlanta touched down in Germany after three days in Kuwait … Continue reading →
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Mr. Tweets
way up high in the koa tree lived a bird named Mr. Tweets everyday he sang his song then he found a gal to sing along they worked real hard and they built a nest so their kids … Continue reading →
Miles Davis Cool At A Mile High: Ode To An Obstacle Race Construction Crew
September 2015 Miles Davis Cool At A Mile High: Ode To An Obstacle Race Construction Crew Part One: Mile high dry buy me another drink think about flying spread wings like dead eagles and sing scream at the top of … Continue reading →
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