Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Too many mind. Mind the sword, mind the people watch, mind the enemy, too many mind... No mind."
Thought you might like this.http://www.afblues.com/?p=965
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zestTo children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.
Thank God for those who've given their lives for us.Do you miss TN when you look at that picture, Tam? It's awfully flat where you are now.
McCrae and Sassoon were both right.""When You Go Home, Tell Them Of Us And Say, For Their Tomorrow, We Gave Our Today"
Here, BulletIf a body is what you want,then here is bone and gristle and flesh.Here is the clavicle-snapped wish,the aorta’s opened valves, the leapthought makes at the synaptic gap.Here is the adrenaline rush you crave,that inexorable flight, that insane punctureinto heat and blood. And I dare you to finishwhat you’ve started. Because here, Bullet,here is where I complete the word you bringhissing through the air, here is where I moanthe barrel’s cold esophagus, triggeringmy tongue’s explosives for the rifling I haveinside of me, each twist of the roundspun deeper, because here, Bullet,here is where the world ends, every time.
i hope you clean the barrel and get the dirt out before you shoot it again!
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