It is the damn, damn open the gate, seperate the ocean, laser the place with flames, smoke out the cowards, damage excercize of smoke, generation, max..

250 Page Monster Poetry Book is finished. War Must Be Won.

Friends are ready to help.

Ready for battle guys!

Fiction leads.

The war is on fire, because the big wheels are blown, the gas is escaping, while the food evaporates, in come the electrics in big modern wired power houses to rumble the chains past the line of no return. Keep at it, and let it burn.

Mister Sincere wants you now and right here! One ship, two hearts, from battles from dawn to dawn, the naked savage with a blasting sun, come again to the island, where skulls hang on trees, you wonder at the sun beams and the seals honking on the shore, I take the life boat for freedom, land over there where the statue is, cold and pale green, but her light, takes me into NY nights.

Wargasms?

A sexy way to end the war.