She's Not Heavy She's My Martyr

99 tons of sand on the bridge, a frayed nylon strap, shear on shear. What? Our "strategic victory", your being done; thank fuck for FDR. DC was always packing. To the National Parks! 2 gun minimum, no open flames in the park. Bruno and Silver smile across the table as each reaches out to stroke the others hand, nothing needing to be said. Back to Nero for a minute, could you please shut up about the economy, suck as it is, yeah I meant such, but. Mushy is my middle name. You didn't see it? I so let up on that cheerleader; the other's getting fucked. There. Welcome to spring, and hello to saturation.