Sheep grazing a garbage dump on the outskirts of Kabul. The shepherds live under that makeshift tent.
haqiqat
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- Mon Feb 25 2008 at 04:02:34 (5.2 years ago )
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- A finish line what shifts in the sand
- A fire in the street ain't like a fire in the heart
- a great many things are dying very violently all the time
- All of this strung together inside me on a delicate electric web.
- All that I am and ever want to be
- And as the dreaming was danced, a sound went out
- as all mortal things wither before the infinite
- birthplace of combat existentialism
- Black apes gibbering on dark lawns
- Burst wide open at the sight of you
- but the fruitsellers are there every day
- Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
- Drink coffee. Smoke cigarettes. Eat fire.
- Embrace the smooth, clean animal mind
- enrich your life with fear and fire
- Everything I sing in the shower gonna be funky
- Everything is made of sunlight and shit
- grappling hooks and supercomputers and body armor and trick arrows
- How to Be Alone
- I am like you, an emotional amnesiac
- I did not need it. I was strong. I was steady. I knew what I was doing.
- I do not function as part of a machine and therefore by any proper definition I simply do not function at all
- I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car
- I have thrown myself free of the yoke of arrogance.
- It is their honor, not their humiliation
- It's a strange and beautiful world
- It's always lunchtime, here in the land of the dead
- Like white light? Or a long low moan that turns into laughing? Or the holes in Jesus' hands?
- Looking for cover on my birthday
- Muzak is the mustard gas of the new age
- naked and cold and grinning
- No fire, just madness
- Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
- public education
- Reminds you of wounds that you thought you'd forgotten
- Ten days in the mountains. We wait.
- the body is ash and mud and levers and sacks
- the older generation
- The terrifying opaqueness of a pristine blue winter sky
- There were no clouds. I prayed for lightning.
- These people from the other village smell wrong! Kill them!
- They are not talking much, and the talk is quiet, of nothing in particular
- Wanking nostalgic
- War hath no fury like a non-combatant
- war trophies for people who have never been to war
- We are the kingmakers and the godslayers. We are the dreamers and the doers.
- We have science and confidence
- We won't die secret deaths anymore. The world only spins forward. We will be citizens.
- Why I poison the atmosphere and deplete our natural resources
- yo tengo que get el fuck out of aquí