MK 36 plays the blues

Greetings,

The sound of gunfire is heard off in the distance. MK 36 gets it all down and out as love rocks their little world. Love is in the air. Run for cover. Rockets red glare, bombs bursting in air.

"Give me shelter!" she screamed.

This is what happened to them, living in a foreign country.

"Carpe Diem," he yelled, sifting through debris, the remnants of their relationship.
"Where's the remote?"
"We sold it to buy bread."
"We need more channels, more love."
"Here," she whispered, "take my heart. It's all I have to give."

Peace.