Lava is the love I feel when I am near swelling within me inside the lava flows where rainbows fear to tread, lava love and so she runs on flowers. She tramples them and rises with dragons wings. No logic inside her mind or what she is on both sides. For all wrongs don’t make aright steam and smoke throughout the night.

Instead of fighting we should all remove our clothes and bonk each other with wooden clubs. The winner will get Goat himself!

Past future perhaps..

The world could never imagine this happening.

Old, but still something proud to be an American and free.

New America not to invade!