march 12, '03 -- 12:08 a.m. [after midnight, whatever]
war. huh.
what is it good for. absolutely nothing. mmm. absolut. heh heh.
fuckers
just can't wait to pull the trigger can they? granted the bad boy from baghdad
ain't the sweetest man alive, but the junior seems a little too eager to finish
his daddy's business. so i guess we're gonna go to war ... with the largest
non-nuclear bomb available no less. i haven't found the yield on those suckers
anywhere and i'm dying to know. i guess pusshing 10 tons of dynamite out of a
plane sounds like a good idea, but i wouldn't want to be anywhere near it. the
yield has to be a lot more than just 10 tons ... i'm hoping for at least a
kiloton ... exactly how much boom do you need to make a mushroom could anyway?
and while i'm not particularly fond of the french by any means, unless you're
talking about their maids, heh heh, i don't want to start going to mc donalds
and ordering freedom fries. that's just lame, and way too patriotic, government,
new world order for me. next thing you know we'll be lining up for soma or
soylent green.
but enough
war drums for one night. things are starting over. the days are getting longer.
things are progressing towards their endings and a whole new life seems to be
awaiting. i should be excited i suppose, but there's that cloud of uncertainty
hovering overhead. don't know where i'm going to end up yet ... won't be in the
same place though ... i am sure of that now. i wish i could just know now how
it's all going to fall out and at least ease the worries. but it's gonna just be
wait and see.
as for the
rest ... drinkin too much ... eatin too much ... thinking too much. getting back
on track with all that this week though. thinkin's the hardest part ... or at
least not thinkin. i'm still wounded come to find out. too many comparisons and
what if's for my own damn peace of mind. one day when they rip my cold dead body
apart and weigh my heart they'll find a brand upon it. i'm kind of hoping the
18th letter is still visible, just because it meant so much, but i pray that
some other letter has covered it and i died happy. in the meantime the scars
continue to heal and i continue to grow up more than i ever really wanted to.
peace to
you and may someone bomb some sense into the french.
