April 2010
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March 2010
11 posts
“Dear Sir: For twenty-two years I have carried your picture in my wallet. I was only eighteen years old that day that we faced one another on that trail in Chu Lai, Vietnam. Why you didn’t take my life I’ll never know. You stared at me for so long, armed with your AK-47, and yet you did not fire. Forgive me for taking your life, I was reacting just that way I was trained, to kill VC.”
- “The Wall, The Screen and The Image”

Cults - Go Outside

Just tell me what the hell is going on
A lot of movies and a lot of scripts
Telling me the story of my life
His lost mother is in the mountains with Buddha
And his father the ocean’s pulling tides
Within the shadow of the darker side
I cried when I couldn’t understand some poetry
And turned instead to ‘cyanide and happiness’
It’s a wonder I’m getting through with Kerouac
Let me be as the dust settles in
From the warmth of the sun
(photo cred: ‘sun dust’ by http://quelquechose.deviantart.com/)