From Adbusters, #67 Sept.-Oct. 06
Culture of Life, Culture of Death:

“Americans came to liberate, not to conquer, to restore freedom and to end tyranny.”

“The Unwilling Led by the Unqualified Doing the Unnecessary for the Ungrateful”

Compare the two quotes: the first one is from the flagpole of the Memorial of World War II. The second, written on the casket of a soldier fighting in the Vietnam War, marked another turning point, this time a fall from grace. Both are American soldiers, fighting in a foreign war, but we cannot help but be struck by the fact that one is remembered as the champion of freedom and the other as a victim of misguided government policy. How will the world remember the soldiers of the Iraq war?

COLD CLIMATE FIELD GROWN PLANTS


ryan says
in twelve point sans serif:

you can't keep god off the radio:
i shaved my beard. and the weather is cold.
pianos are nice. and its almost october.
school is very boring. and reminds me of high school.
my parents think im on drugs. like coke. and that im not doing my school work.
im not on drugs. and im getting all my school work done.
there are people that follow me. and cause trouble for my personnal life.
i dont like where i am. and i dont plan on staying here long.

there is a place where the waters grow. and the trees flow like wine.
i have traveled years to get here. and now im driving away.
i can feel a change.
fire grows on the branches.
god wont smile now.

and although i feel parts of it sound like stairway to heaven (sans a hedgerow) i kinda like it.
and then i say...in eleven point garamond:

the discontent with your disassociative elitist defeatism deserves a good hard kick in the...
however
ever enjoyable the misconstrued misconceptions of those who came
before you coupled with the cognitive pressure applied to you
you must
stand on the shoulders of giants
and look beyond the water
to the sway of a willlow tree
dipping its toe leaves in the water
of every sight you've never s(c)een(e)
you must disassociated your actions form you meanings
until the end justifies the means of mentality
and end up bleeding

the new coloured ink
that will leak from your veins
the new swollen days that will sink
too quickly away

you will
never write like this again
if it truly is all like high school
why are you writing [so]? well,

embrace the new found glory
(not the band)
of this new frustration

and bleed ink
onto every page.

Indeed.

so long...

we stood outside
you and i
of the restaurant of which you prefer
but of which i insist
uses far too much garlic
and as a cover
for the shit ingredients contained within...

in the cold
the first cold i've heard this season
and talked

a little bit of shoot the shit
a little bit of random particles
of individual guilt
exchanged

and you told me there was one thing
i could/didn't never/ever give you
and i didn't care

then you told me
the one thing i always/will ever
give you

i made you feel
attractive, good, needed,
willing of me?

my self-awareness has hit
a new low
i had no idea
of any of this

had i have
i would have
(maybe)
been a bit
(maybe)
easier
(maybe)
on you

(maybe)

from up above the end of the ceiling "judy?"

at what point did he begin calling me that? at what point did i begin to accept it and find it strangely cute?

why would i come up there when there's nothing to say, nothing to touch? i know he'll look at me in that strange way, and ask where did i go? maybe i need time. i got time.

this is slap me in the fuck face apparent.

. how

"things that when you initially meet someone seem really obnoxious and annoying and then, once you're with them become really cute," (he said).

and then i said in my typical cynical sarah way: "you're just not at the point yet when those things, the things you once thought were annoying and then thought were insanely cute, move back into an entirely new realm of annoyance. SO annoying that you'd rather grab a spoon and shove it up your ass than listen to your loved one laugh/grimmace/eat/snort/sneeze in that WAAAAAAY."

he looked at me kinda weird, let out the kinda snort/laugh that i still thought was kiiiinda cute in him and then said in a sad strange kinda quin way:

"you are SO fucked"

yeah so

ummmmm

what to say what to say

i suppose i'm entering a new world in which i am at the very least attempting to leave the house without my books and do something that normal people do. so hermitage is becoming beneath or i suppose beyond me. and this is indeed a good thing.

and i've decided that it's completely unfair. everything.

and when will i stop wanting to be someone else?

a decision and a question.

a good day indeed.