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Apr 18 2011

Dead Warriors – Just in Time…

Are we the tossed away ones, untouchable by hissed and missed sounds and by fates oft missed knock?

Be we man-husks? Are we the product of being puked up and out of a mother’s womb both a sin and a blessing? Are we the match of a mother’s cry of pain? Yet, we are still loved?

Sex without lust often creates a zygote equaling zero on a slanted/skewed number scale on both the (x) and the (y) axis. Zygote baby with thin points of less than zero and without a trace of a positive reason to live. Bless that Zygote before it bakes to human baby…

A modern sickness clings suction tight to the man-husk as strong as freezing snot clings to a frozen metal flagpole.

Travelers now somewhere tossed in time and alive somewhere near the center of dreams both dead and still alive. Air-breeders called by one god or the multitude of spacers that all at once claimed this place for their own sport and fun. We breed well and we number the many, soon to be destroyed or not slaughtered, because those once great warriors of old have since moved on to fight upon another world or died.

Air people still breath and dream and hope and live and die and remain in a strange yet familiar home. Air people have fought to be free, however, they still are but a notch in this eternal serfdom. And! Men should never die of age. These air-breeders must fight their way from existence into a proud and noble death; in battle and at war with…you pick an enemy.

Sail once again on dangerous seas where landfall is always just beyond that line where water meets the sky. To die at sea, is too a good death.

Anyway! We are Born-to-be-Wasted.

“Master
Apprentice
Heartborne
Seventh Seeker
Warrior
Disciple
In me
The wishmaster” from the “Wishmaster”…Nightwish

Mar 1 2010

A Greeting Watch…

I have watched you greet me, an automated figure, vunerable by your presence, valuable and selling a most precious part of you…Time! Your living time: ask me to place a consideration on your life. How? What measure of worth may I offer in exchange for your ability, voice, smile, laugh, strength, judgement, responsibility, continuity, devotion, dedication, honor and respect as we share some common and probably useless American Dream.

Even so, you perch on a chair and practice silent speech and the using of gestures instead of verbal response. Later, after those first encounters, we confine our spirits to the buying and selling of a day’s length, its worth checked against accomplishment and the ability to purchase and to sell. Did we ever play? Did I push your swing or did you push mine? Did we drink invisible tea from little teacups and sing-song together? Did we ever run naked through sprays of water during a hot afternoon in July? When did I become slave-master to your slave-master? How did those harmless water races become so one-sided and its running so hard to complete? We do not like wars that cannot be stopped for an evening meal and then continued only until bedtime.

Why do we now purchase these deadly weapons? (Jobs or folly or both since they can be the same or opposite). It matters to what temperature your eggs are boiled or your music is cooled. I can feel the nuclear winds along these steps now crumbled with time and ground to dust by the sleeping virgin as she passes (virgins can sleep). A hint of black and white smoke is clinging to the edge of Sorrel Hollow. You may remember Sorrel Hollow. It comes to mind just before you pass into a new and wonderous sleep.

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