Archive for July, 2008
Masters Of War
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You [...]
You untethered blimp of potential, flitting to hallway’s corners, areas unshakable by earthquake, ingesting weighty objects of association of feelings, a lone choice, the solace of your meshy, anchor-free, swung wide, self-classified condition. There, above the underside of a reeking, pity-inducing crevice, with only your self’s servitude simmering socratic symbolism, you find the time never [...]
I walk by the camp’s infirmary, standing gray walls that don’t seem to be promoting health, and feel a combination of anger, homesickness, and guilt, all at once, knowing that a little girl inside is suffering for a belief that was forced upon her at birth. My steps are continually wobbly because I’m five years [...]
There’s no way an old set of fishing hooks could have a smell on their own; there’s just not enough material to leave a scent on. But still, my mind ran along on its own to fetch up the reek of live worms shivering in wet mud, beetles spraying their stink, dusty moths from the [...]
Characater A: Short, fat and bald male. This person is extremely attentive, focused, determined and relatively dispassionate. Judging by the words this person chooses and the way this person carries himself, it is obvious that he is proud of his own education. The technical terms and strictly informal speech used by this man point towards [...]
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