Introduction


This story, is a happy,drunk, stupid, good, bad, balanced?
Idea. It spans out in my mind like a commet, but i cant see
it all, or understand it all, and i might lose it. So
forgive me if i never continue it, because it scares and
excites me, and the tides are undecided.
One thing- this is an idea, not truth. Do not follow these
words as a bible. Nor as a guide book. It tends to describe
reality in painted strokes, not detail.

As i mentioned, happy i am. Mistakes were made, and no
patience to look at them, sometimes the words flow. I will
be carefull in the future but not today, not now. Nothing
more to be said.



Promitheus

From the window, sounds of a hellicopter passing by. A mad
preacher stands on a box, barking about the sins of youth,
as if that was the problem.
I pick my uniform for today, and my weapon, and head out
into the jungle.
let me tell you about the longest most bloodiest war.
I dont know when it begun, which is proper and right,
because we all know it doesn't matter none. to satisfy none
and all, it started when we lost sight.
Sight, thats a word. They say it in nature a person has to
constantly worry for his safety, most of all, from people
like himself. he cannot evolve in that manner, he cannot
breath.
Anybody who isnt blind is an enemy. The system insists.
23 years into the war now. Casuallties in this war cannot be
counted. Accidents, sucides, drug addicts, bleak old sad
men, unemployed and more.
The list is endless and worthless, it matters not.
I know already that the war wont end in my lifetime. And
hasn't even begun to end. Its not yet even a war.
The war always reminds me of theater, a stinging irony.
Most of the participants in the war are civies, they do the
hard blind work that makes the system move. Their security
and life hangs on the thread of the system and therefore
they cannot defy it, yet.
The rest are the system, and the leftovers.
Leftovers end up dead, or in the system. No other way out.
It is 2007, Earth.
we have no enemy, he is us.
We still fight, hope is there, always seen, in our golden
cage.