-Sub Normality-

no contact from platoon 242.
 towards the end, the command structure will rapidly break down like it was a feeble lie all along.
 towards the end, they say, you'll cross the point of no return and feel it.
 time grinds to a halt and the universe shrinks and square meters take on detail of a city map.
 all that exists will be in front of you. towards the end, when it matters most, the best will be brought out in some and the worst in others, and you'll know how it came to this.
 you'll find out who you really are.
we are worse than surrounded. the end will come soon now.
 this place has become limbo, and the ceaseless red sky offers nothing, and the rumbling grows louder.
 for now i and the others are calm because the General is calm.
Generals planned this and Generals sent us and Generals supplied us and Generals sent one of their best to lead us and Generals are now planning without us, but the definition of the word has shrunk here to exclude all in the universe but one.
towards the end she moves casually though the food was last concept nine days ago.
 she confers with the remaining lieutenants as every morning since day 1, though only fragments of words can survive the journey through the agonizing haze that has replaced the air here.
she smiles and keeps her armor in deplorable condition.
we smile back.
 what has passed for a command structure around here teeters on the brink.
like it was a lie all along. as the end crests the horizon into view, suddenly the General comes to us, one after the other and yet never leaving each, and because i am the youngest i am first.
there is no inspiring speech, no steeling or nerves, no talk of nation or of heroes.
 she kneels what may long ago have been very close, and i can feel her shin perfectly through both sets of armor.
 my eyes close and i know she briefly whispers something, or painedly tries to, and towards the end the form of communication is all.
 and then her hand is there, her hand is there against my lowered face, stroking so slowly, so gently, that every thing else recedes.
 time grinds to a halt and her hand is running through my hair and i am six years old and pretending to be asleep and i count each time it silently brushes past my ear and then forget counting, and i feel the universe shrink to contain our nearness though we have barely spoken and our complete openness though we do not know each other's first names and i feel her gaze perfectly through closed eyes and it is everything that will ever matter.
 my eyes are closed and she is there and her hand is so gentle.


                             that is all.


eventually the end comes.
the command structure dissapears, but there is no anarchy. the point of no return comes and goes but this place looks the same.
and the universe indeed has shrunk.
 let them come.
 there is no room for them in here.
 they can never get in. they take and they acquire and they annex and yet they have nothing.
they have nothing, forever, and what we have is temporary but it is everything.
 we had it all along.
even here, the last place i would ever have looked.
we are going to lose this war, and history will jeer.
we never had a chance.
our tactics are naive.
our armor is not thick enough.
 it was not made for this.
we have found out who we really are when it matters most.

never have i been less ashamed of anything.
 in the end, what else can i say?

The night kisses more sweetly than a thousand nightingales

we'll jump in time to the sound of footsteps falling falling up and sideways.
the key thought is secrecy embraces in itself.
and thoughts vanish under it's wings and motion blurs and passion is but vapor.
watchdogs sleep in your mind and live in the waking world with curious wooden flats.
their intentions are...strange and suspicious yet no excuse for shun.
and if the search for the great horn begins time will seem but a fraction of a heart beat as once again motion blurs to the opposite feelings.
flight is the sun, and safety is the moon, and siblings are stars and walls.
life means nothing when your dreams come true within a dream.
forget? never. love? always. the night? supreme. me? insane...yet happy :)

Everything is Sprirtual

Awesome video please watch
the link may be black but it's there...below

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=77024018179262526#

Alone in the dark

So the other night i decide to take a stroll at 10:30 and go to a friend's house in a NOT-VERY-SAFE neighborhood. So i let praise know i'd be gone and back at 11:30 and for her to be there to open for me. I went, had a great time, come back and Andres the mthfkr is at the door fuming and raging....well, use your imagination and think of lots of yelling, laughing, and scuffling. I'm fine but some people didn't like my ''stunt'' and thankfully enough i wasn't punished. I tell you there's nothing quite as exciting as walking through a neighborhood possibly 3 blocks away from the most awful, smelly and dangerous ville in Buenos Aires...La Rana. My heart pumped away all the self-confidence i had stored up for the trip.  Scary and yet fun. Even if i did get robbed and beat up, i can honestly tell you i wasn't afraid, just thoughtful. (my friend told me that a guy was shot 12 times in the head for refusing to give over his car, he had a family of 5) I would do it again if it wouldn't mean more shouting and grounding (not saying they did haahah) Well, anyways i had a hard time sleeping, Praise took a few knocks for me so to speak but she walked away laughing and telling me not to worry...gosh i love her. Oh, and if you read this post praise, don't ever mention it to me or i'll double over purple in the face :)

A spider's tale

OK, so one day i go outside and find a spiderweb on a plant that was just shimmering and glistening in the sunlight. I looked closer and saw this spider -the female- I grabbed a jar and stuck it in...a little while later i found the male on a light switch. -i suppose it was a male for being smaller and also that the female killed and ate the smaller one in the night- I took pictures of them as you can see and if any of you find out what spider it is...well it would be awesome. Cheers ppl....oh, and you can click the photos to get a good close up

 

The Male

                                                                          The Female

Day 5

Don’t ever wrestle with a pig. You’ll both get dirty, but the pig will enjoy it.

—Cale Yarborough

Day 4

I forgot to post one for friday so here:

An inventor is simply a fellow who doesn’t take his education too seriously.

—Charles F. Kettering

Day 3

Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.

—Christopher Hampton

Day 2

Some people like my advice so much that they frame it upon the wall instead of using it.

—Gordon R. Dickson

''G'' marks the spot