late autumn with wood beeZ
hedgeballs decompose where they lay
strewn by treeZ
a huge buck rises up
crushing that hunter’s kneeZ
the gun flies away, useless
in the grove the wood BeeZ
drink sugar water
the civility of war
Posted by somacas on November 30, 2006
So we blew up your baby. Get over it.
So we raped your daughter. Is that a problem?
So we blew up your grandmother. She was old.
So we burned down your country. Isn’t it great to be free?
So we failed to understand your religion. God is great!
So we keep on doing what we are doing. It’s a good day to die.
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blogs are the death of literature
Posted by somacas on November 30, 2006
It’s true. There won’t be any more great novels. Or movies. Or people. Blogs killed them.
There won’t be any originality. Or creative genius. Or mental magic.
It all drained away. Into blogs. And that’s OK. They are blogging in Lithuania and in Iowa. The most remote places have all been connected.
Nothing left to discover. Or ponder. Or wonder. That’s alright.
Our society crumbled a long time ago. Look at our leaders. Fools. Look at our children. Lost.
That’s the way it is. Enjoy.
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