i like to tell stories

Tuesday

Force Protection Condition: ALPHA

Wednesday

Thursday

WAR FIGHTING LAB

Me: “Can I take your photograph?”
You: “Whose photograph?”
Me: “Your photograph. You look so beautiful.”

I was standing with my back to the road, just a few feet behind me, pointing my machine off into the nothing the other way. I happen to look to my right over my shoulder at the car coming down this road. I looked at the driver, I could see their face and this driver was looking back at me. I watched them until my neck could watch no further. So I turned my head and now looked over my left shoulder as their face vanished from view. I looked back off into the nothing. Then I heard it, a squeal of tires. So I turned my head again and saw this car almost come to a stop before it struck the car stopped in front of it.

DETECT DETER DEFEND

Friday

I Gave You Brittany

OTLMBS

Black Seminole Commander Man Land

 

 
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My Blood Land Is On Fire & I Know Who & I Know Why & It Is So Hot & I Was So Close & I Could Feel’d It On My Two Backs





I saw you load your cars with all whom you love.
I saw you load your cars with all that you loved you could hold in your hands.
I saw you all do this as fast as you can. I saw you all leave your blood homes behind to burn.
I once saw and met and was inside someone that likes doing this to you and to me, repeatedly, for their Joy.


Flee Your Own Blood, With All Your Heart

With Every Front Page I See, I Wonder About The Length Of Your Hair

I had been waiting for it to happen. Then it did. Someone did, it was not me. They took you and put you in the grass, this yard off to the side, out of the way. This someone cared enough about you for at least that. Then, over time, you were eaten by one after another that fought over you, sought you out as their source then moved on while countless more kept feeding. I don’t know who you were, but I can say with some certainty, you were once mine and that I saw you like no one else ever had or will or could. You were not my source and it never occurred to me to eat you like this or leave you like this, yet –

I can still taste your scent and I cannot bury you here.

I Gotta Repent


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