fly, wait! ![]() ![]() ![]() | what? what happened? ![]() ![]() ![]() | beth died. end of story. was her suit breached? ![]() ![]() ![]() | it doesn't matter!! i don't want to talk about it. it does matter, fly! we've got to figure out why people are dying and why i'm not, even though my suit has a hole in it. ![]() ![]() ![]() | if you don't shut the fuck up and leave me alone, we'll only have one of those problems to solve!! ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() ![]() ![]() | that was a threat by the way. yeah,.. no,.. it was,.. it was good. ![]() ![]() ![]() | excuse me a moment. i have to go empty my waste pouch. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
Hello my friends.
I've recorded another song. It's an upbeat folk/pop song about a brain injury.