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"Tell me, men Is this what I see,
a thousand weak standing before me? Two thousand eyes
glistened and red only at thoughts of comrades dead?
thoughts of home that barn in the dusty road
where longed memories burst and showed a hole in your armor,
a nail through the wood, a gap in your helmet an unhinged door- a weakness in your soul
and A weakness in mine For yours is mine and mine is yours.
So mount your horses, men Shoulder your spears, set aside folly emotion put honor in fear Tonight we march
not in Vain for a thousand warriors is bravery marching in this black rain"
-Battle of the rain-
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-The world is FLAT- "I'm telling you, Edgar Poe was the guy who invented the sandwhich."
I looked up to Alson and felt my face contort with an odd mixture of hatred, confusion and amusement. Sometimes he could be the dumbest shithead...
"Are you sure you weren't born stupid?" I returned angrily to my essay. It seemed like I was doing all the work. I probably was, " I think that 'I'm falling behind' was a load of bullshit."
"Hey!" he cried then crossed his arm justly, " Besk, you can't curse in a library!"
"******** s**t!" I screamed. A few patrons looked over at our table, some giving evil glances, others muttering and even one yelling "shut the ******** up!" I smiled. The worse that could happen was that I could get kicked out of the library and have no computer to access and thus, I wouldn't be able to finish my report, or rather the report both Alson and I were doing. Eh I could handle a 'F'. Alson, however, could not. Sucks for the little s**t.
"Relax Alson, " I said blandly, stuffing the essay in my pack while simultaneously keeping a sharp blue eye on the fat librarian, "You worry too much, what happened to all that free spirit you had last year?" The librarian began to hobble over and her five chins bounced in perfect unsion. I shuddered slightly. You'd be pretty disgusted too, I mean C'mone, five chins, too much acne from a better (but not by much) time.
"Gone, along with all my cool friends at the nude beach."
"They were probably all rapists. Weren't they all over fifty?"
"Your mom's over fifty." he pouted.
Mrs. Five-chin strolled to our table (actually it was much more like a journey from a distant land) and opened her mouth, revealing a brown piece of gum and silver teeth. I gasped in horror.
"Ok, ok we're leaving, for godsake Five chin just close that cave of a mouth." I got up and Alson reluctantly followed.
"Why are you always a jackass to everyone?" Alson said to me. I pushed the metallic button on the trafficlight pole. The red hand on the other side had reminded me how much I wanted to b***h slap Alson right now.
"People like you give me reason to hate everyone and everything." I flashed him my fakest smile. I hope he saw my sarcasm in my guyliner-ed blue eyes.
"Were you raped when you were little or something?"
Suddenly my fist met his face in a beautiful blurry of blood and spit. He lay on the concrete, a river of blood forming, starying a new civilization of what I like to call 'blood ants'
"No, I'm allergic to rape." I muttered, "So uh...getting raped didn't happen." Eh, not my best one. I shrugged it off and crossed the street, only to realize that the red hand had been waving angrily at me.
And then there was a horn, and then there was glass, and a face and then...
there was nothing.
.TBC. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Erhh...yeah, had to get this outta my system. *shrug*
MehSama · Thu Aug 02, 2007 @ 06:51am · 0 Comments |
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