She touches me The jungle lights up with incinerating fire Looks like a flaming serpent I look into her eyes I see a movie flickering Car crashes People kicking corpses Men ripping their tracheas out and shaking them at the sky I think to myself: I donโt want to survive this one I want to burn up in the wreckage Cooking flesh in the jungle
Henry RollinsIf it were a choice between me getting killed or one of my friend's kids, I would happily take the shot.
Henry Rollins