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Sings of to much MW2
Sings of to much: Modern Warfare 2
-You yell "We've been EMP-ED, ELECTRONICS ARE DOWN!" whenever your power goes out.
-You duct tape a ipad to the side of your airsoft gun and look for red dots.
-When your dog jumps on you, you instinctively snap it's neck.
-You make a? big ball of play-doh and try to stick it to someone
-You open your mom's laptop and say "Predator missile inbound!"
-When you here your storm siren go off you say "TACTICAL NUKE INCOMING! IT'S OVER!"
-You open you dad's laptop and hold it for 5 seconds trow it away and scream: Bomb defused.
-Your get you sisters hairspray pull the top off trow it away and say: Care Package on the way.
Or: Emergency airdrop on the way
-When ever you hear a plane goes over you say: ENEMY AC-130 ABOVE!
-Whenever you see a helicopter you run immediately to cover.
-When you trow away a Coca Cola bottle you say: Trowing a Stunganade
-When you see a tennis ball in front of you you say: GRANATAAAA!!!
I will think of more... Greetzzz Franszzz
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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