Attention, This is your Pilot speaking. We are going on a Non-Stop Flight from the Earth's Crust (Ohio, USA) straight through to India, the Chord sTrikes somewhere between the East and West. The Earth Quakes, your Blood Shakes, the Center of your Soul Never Hit by a Fake. Digging in Search of the Core of Mythology and Folklore, People taking it so Literally it's making me Sore. The Underground Airplane gives me the Apple Munchies, Fuck you DickWeed! says Bursley the Coherent and Screwpulously Organized Drummer of Pothole Express the Essence of Modern Society Through a Well Timed Fart. Rare to find such dedication in your Co-pilots, Our Radar Man Fox Holds it Down. Chaotic and Fast yet still Exposing the Soul of a Man, Burning the Line Between the Heart and the Brain. We ARe the Underground Airplane.
Preview of the Book Underground Airplane:
Terminal Velocity
Gravity Hour
Fall to the Center of
All Your Power
Weak in the Knees
Strong in the Head
Can you Believe the things that All of You Said... ************************************************************
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We were HAMMERDRUNK! in the backroom when Amelia Earhardt's Radiate Nude Ghost came to us during the party. We followed her out into the desert not knowing why but she was hot as hell and we were HAMMERDRUNK!.
We followed her until we got to Tim_BUck-2 When Ameila told us that Under this Giant Sand Dune Was her Airplane the Fokker F7.
I Busted out Laughing, "YOur Airplane is the Fokker!?"
"Yes," She replied in a ghostly whisper, "70 years ago In 1938 I flew my Airplane into the Bermuda Triangle and Launched or Vaporized? Anyway was Transported into a new Dimension Outside this Universe. I just remember from the outside the universe looks like some kind of Sponge that's saturated in Light and stored in a Dark Photosensitive Room. Next thing i knew I was Returned to Earth Flying in the middle of a sandStorm and I Crash Landed here." Wind Caught the Sand and blew up Dust like a Mild tornado Spiral. "I've been wondering this desert for years."
"Whoa!" i gasped as i turned around to yell at the guys, "Did you just hear that?!" I saw them running up and down the Sand Dune.
They were yelling" It's Impossible to hurt yourself on Sand! WOOO! ^*SPlat*> Yosimite 5eeSaw took a perfect Swan Dive right into the Wing of the Fokker.
Ameila Spoke back up in a spooky tone, "Inside the Airplane are the secrets of the Creation of Humanity...Soooo if i were you guys with functioning Bodies (she leaned in a kissed me) and all.... I would dig it up! If not for me, then at least for a good story about the Sphinx."
With Ecto-Plasm still fresh on my lips i got the guys together and Dug and Dug and We dig digdigidgdigdigidgdigdig until we found Amelia Earhardt's Lost Airplane the Fokker F7. I Never saw Ameila Again...^^^^%%%%^^^^^^^^^
PHotoGraph by Carl Johnson
