F I R E F L Y P I L O T
We’ve done the impossible and that makes us mighty.
We can’t die, because… we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.
Somebody on this boat has to make an honest living.
Can’t get paid if you’re dead.
Your mouth is talking. You may want to look to that.
Anyone gets in the way, just shoot ‘em… politely.
Getting awful crowded in my sky.
The woods are the only place I can see a clear path.
Well, we may not have parted on the best of terms. I realize certain words were exchanged. Also, certain… bullets.
You depend on luck, you end up on the drift… no fuel, no prospects.
We both made out on this deal, don’t complicate things.
If I ever kill you, you’ll be awake, you’ll be facing me, and you’ll be armed.
We’re still flying. It’s enough.
Yet another fine blog…. 😅 