ActivistMonkey
01-29-2010, 03:13 PM
Chapter One.
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In the essence of human nature, the multiplying idiocracy and willingness of stupidy do reign high on the totem. No more does a blind man see true to whats infront of him then does a prophet speaking in tongues to children common sense does apply. Which brings us forth to our current predicament. Six Billion people in the world and not one common goal, all edgingly speeding towards fallout but in complete denial of forthcoming doom that will impedingly come full circle in the face of death. Death, such a strong word that can be described in any absense of happyness. What is death excatly, to be dead more so would be described as a release from the hardships that we have brought upon ourselves. Much would rather take the quick way out then endure the coming atrocities that the multiplying villanies from which we do so willingly submit ourselves into may bring upon us. Battlefields, the grass always seem to grow greener. The air tastes of a bitter-sweet aroma, the mixture of carbon, blood and burnt flesh eminating strongly on everything. This is were we make our tender denial into what is right and what is wrong, to one brother who fires his weapon hastily on another, there can be no wrong, but to another who's blood spills soakingly into the ground below his mind can only wander to regrets of past times, his family, loved ones, maybe a pleasant moment from before. Though never to the fact of his last breath does lay me stairing at that last sky, the blue eminating so brightly and the soft pillow of heavens touch rolling across lightly with each gentle breath of creation.
I could absently look through my binoculars at the growing shadows of the town below for all eternity. The wrecked cars, the fallen pillars of man made steel and concrete that stretch so high into the sky above, as if fingers pointing upward at heaven as if to justify what has been done to us all here is a sign that we should have change our way of life. Reminding us that it could have all been avoided if the mother ****er who pressed the first button had-had his thumb cut off when he was a child, or hit by a rogue car on his way to work that day. We are here now though, and the night is becoming thick on the dimly lit area that i must venture through for supplies. Procrastination is a tool of choice for some, some would say that it causes many failures in life, but in other cases it has been the benefit of breathing for another day. Walking into an abandoned town, in broad daylight hasnt excatly been a high point of my endevours, and usually meets with a western style shootout with locals if they do exist. With the lack of lighting on our own behalf though, we will need some to see were i am going, so this would be a productive time to head down to the deceiving monuments that lay before us. This can either go good or bad, regardless my closest friend who does lay his bossom on my side will most decidedly do the talking. His cold grin, and never faultering logic does give a false sense of security that has and mostly likely will fail me again, lucky for you though i was born with nine ****in lives.
As i edge into the fallen village, we can see that death had definetly taken its toll here, the probability of life in this place was limited. As if it had
grabbed death himself by the bossom and pulled him closely inward, bodies lining the sides of the streets, strewn about in akward positions that could only be comfortable to those living six feet below.
My slow walk towards the town, the road sinking ever so softly below my worn black boots and the jeans rubbing against my dirty skin underneath. The hair on my knee's rubbed almost entirely off from the constant wear that follows. I can see the sun setting ever so slowly, casting long rays of shadow against the warm summer air, if that is the season at all. It has been almost twenty six days since i last saw another human being, or another stroke of life for that matter at all. The trees have turned to ashes everywere i walk, the buildings seem to crumble, the vagrant sense of death follows my nostrils like an endless crashing wave that seems to pitch up every time i try to surface. My mind begins to wander, my pack laying heavy on my back i can feel the weight crushing down onto my shoulders telling to me to stop, the constant burn pushing me forward. Then the sudden crack in the air and the silence is broken, a puff of dirt and smoke emerge from my chest and i begin to feel my self fall backwards. My body begins to cry out as i feel my chest surge inward, and the warm eminating fragrence of burning cloth and flash bellow as if time had frozen itself. I lay lifeless knowing that i am not alone, what a bastard for shooting somebody he has never even met. We could have been good friends, but now he is going to die. My body armor stopped the round, but the pain still surged through my body as my veins coursed adrenaline, i tryed to remain as still as possible awaiting my enemy to bring himself forward so that i may draw my weapon and let him look upon death headstrong.
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I was on my second 15 month tour in iraq and was digging around in my notebook when i finally got home and came up on this, i originally wrote around ten pages, was questioning if i should continue to keep writing?
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In the essence of human nature, the multiplying idiocracy and willingness of stupidy do reign high on the totem. No more does a blind man see true to whats infront of him then does a prophet speaking in tongues to children common sense does apply. Which brings us forth to our current predicament. Six Billion people in the world and not one common goal, all edgingly speeding towards fallout but in complete denial of forthcoming doom that will impedingly come full circle in the face of death. Death, such a strong word that can be described in any absense of happyness. What is death excatly, to be dead more so would be described as a release from the hardships that we have brought upon ourselves. Much would rather take the quick way out then endure the coming atrocities that the multiplying villanies from which we do so willingly submit ourselves into may bring upon us. Battlefields, the grass always seem to grow greener. The air tastes of a bitter-sweet aroma, the mixture of carbon, blood and burnt flesh eminating strongly on everything. This is were we make our tender denial into what is right and what is wrong, to one brother who fires his weapon hastily on another, there can be no wrong, but to another who's blood spills soakingly into the ground below his mind can only wander to regrets of past times, his family, loved ones, maybe a pleasant moment from before. Though never to the fact of his last breath does lay me stairing at that last sky, the blue eminating so brightly and the soft pillow of heavens touch rolling across lightly with each gentle breath of creation.
I could absently look through my binoculars at the growing shadows of the town below for all eternity. The wrecked cars, the fallen pillars of man made steel and concrete that stretch so high into the sky above, as if fingers pointing upward at heaven as if to justify what has been done to us all here is a sign that we should have change our way of life. Reminding us that it could have all been avoided if the mother ****er who pressed the first button had-had his thumb cut off when he was a child, or hit by a rogue car on his way to work that day. We are here now though, and the night is becoming thick on the dimly lit area that i must venture through for supplies. Procrastination is a tool of choice for some, some would say that it causes many failures in life, but in other cases it has been the benefit of breathing for another day. Walking into an abandoned town, in broad daylight hasnt excatly been a high point of my endevours, and usually meets with a western style shootout with locals if they do exist. With the lack of lighting on our own behalf though, we will need some to see were i am going, so this would be a productive time to head down to the deceiving monuments that lay before us. This can either go good or bad, regardless my closest friend who does lay his bossom on my side will most decidedly do the talking. His cold grin, and never faultering logic does give a false sense of security that has and mostly likely will fail me again, lucky for you though i was born with nine ****in lives.
As i edge into the fallen village, we can see that death had definetly taken its toll here, the probability of life in this place was limited. As if it had
grabbed death himself by the bossom and pulled him closely inward, bodies lining the sides of the streets, strewn about in akward positions that could only be comfortable to those living six feet below.
My slow walk towards the town, the road sinking ever so softly below my worn black boots and the jeans rubbing against my dirty skin underneath. The hair on my knee's rubbed almost entirely off from the constant wear that follows. I can see the sun setting ever so slowly, casting long rays of shadow against the warm summer air, if that is the season at all. It has been almost twenty six days since i last saw another human being, or another stroke of life for that matter at all. The trees have turned to ashes everywere i walk, the buildings seem to crumble, the vagrant sense of death follows my nostrils like an endless crashing wave that seems to pitch up every time i try to surface. My mind begins to wander, my pack laying heavy on my back i can feel the weight crushing down onto my shoulders telling to me to stop, the constant burn pushing me forward. Then the sudden crack in the air and the silence is broken, a puff of dirt and smoke emerge from my chest and i begin to feel my self fall backwards. My body begins to cry out as i feel my chest surge inward, and the warm eminating fragrence of burning cloth and flash bellow as if time had frozen itself. I lay lifeless knowing that i am not alone, what a bastard for shooting somebody he has never even met. We could have been good friends, but now he is going to die. My body armor stopped the round, but the pain still surged through my body as my veins coursed adrenaline, i tryed to remain as still as possible awaiting my enemy to bring himself forward so that i may draw my weapon and let him look upon death headstrong.
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I was on my second 15 month tour in iraq and was digging around in my notebook when i finally got home and came up on this, i originally wrote around ten pages, was questioning if i should continue to keep writing?