some writings.

slump back in the chair

even blanks'll leave a mark

sight is crooked

(an) empty head + dead heart

make lousy targets

first thing i did today,

when i woke up.

was to lie to you, dear

and tell you i'm OK.

you set the plague on me

began the crumbling

undoing

that it'd taken me decades to.

consume the lie that i am.

a pitiable creature

seen falsely as an enviable man

destroying + discarding

the things they desire

spitefully watching them starve

broken bicycles

rusted shopping carts

dead fishes +

drunkards

on the bank

asphyxed eyes

bacterial green

waters

ruptured veins of our lives.

always the coward's way.

i've never known my role

but it'll leave a scar when i go.

poem |ˈpōəm; ˈpōim; pōm|nouna piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song that is nearly always rhythmical, usually metaphorical, and often exhibits such formal elements as meter, rhyme, and stanzaic structure.• something that arouses strong emotions because of its beauty : you make a poem of riding downhill on your bike.ORIGIN late 15th cent.: from French poème or Latin poema, fromGreek poēma, early variant of poiēma ‘fiction, poem,’ from poiein‘create.’

pome |pōm|noun Botanya fruit consisting of a fleshy enlarged receptacle and a tough central core containing the seeds, e.g., an apple or pear.

weird war tales

as per usual a combination of informations collide and coalesce in my mental soup...

while reading an old copy of a DC Comics war book, WEIRD WAR TALES 102. the story was about a teen playing a video game which turns out to have a been a type of virtual war machine planted by an extra-terrestrial race to enlist the youth of today in combatting an invading race. the kid subsequently defeats the attacking armadas and ultimately gains a commodation from the aliens.

then this add pops up on my internet minds eye. COMBAT ARMS which causes a spiral of apocalyptic thoughts in my brains.

what if our own neerduelle nations conspired to create technologies of this ilk?

isn't the star of the early 90's top programme THE SCUD and Patriot MISSILE -with their onboard viewfinder directional death technolgy- of kin or ancestry to this?

it creates the oportunity to create a defacto pocket universe of arm chair generals to actually wage war and murder upon the little fish of the world.

we already do this to a point. there are a pockets of office worker bees who sittly complicitly at their desk and cubicles each day in iddle amerikkka and type away at a sort of global battleship type software that even Milton Bradley's nefarious Mr Monopoly would be aghast at

and also make Ronnie's StarWARs seem simplistic.

but keep in mind those these white shirt and stained pit and collored drones are bombing awaya at islamic misunderstandistan they are not murderers, they are PATRIOTS!! part of the war effort you see, tho not much more effort than is needed to pass a sloppy turd.

but what if you got the grubby paws of kids into the biz?

first make em pay, they sign up for these online scenarios of death, mayhem and dismemberment....

the evil little bastards even have their own online weapons trades already for things such as FINAL FANTASY and WOW...

so extrapalate this and actualise the carnage into the physical realm...

i would prefer to say the "real world" but that seems ti be even more subjective today than gautama could have ever dreamt under the bilbao tree.....

at any rate

we can have or could already have 10 year olds financing the war and shuffling artillary across the greying pock marked barely green and soon to be irrevocably charred scorched earth of our father who ain't in heaven.

sleep well.