We slipped down olive drab line
under deafening blades,
out
onto the ridgeline
into pitch
like lightning.
Then the hookers,
them stick *******
scooted,
leaving us
in total silence.
Three days
& two cracks later,
we got extracted,
two departed,
mission accomplished.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
We slipped down olive drab line
under deafening blades,
out
onto the ridgeline
into pitch
like lightning.
Then the hookers,
them stick *******
scooted,
leaving us
in total silence.
Three days
& two cracks later,
we got extracted,
two departed,
mission accomplished.
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