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I really don't give a fuck.  I'm fed up, spat out, and expired.  Why does anybody bother?  Can't we all just have a mass suicide? 

I really need to stop reading political commentary.





life

"How's your son?"  The only one I know anything about is the one who came to see her at work one night.

"They're all fine," she says.  Such a good person. 

"Is he back yet?" 

"You mean from Iraq.  Yeah, he's home." 

"For good?" 

"Nah.  For a month.  He wants to join the Special Forces."  I let escape a defeated sigh.  "It doesn't end," she says, referring to the burden. 

"That's the whole problem," I say, referring to something else.  "It does end." 





Tell me a story and make it quick.  I cannot hang on much longer.  Tell me a story to lift me away, to make wings of my leaden limbs, and to make, of my stinging tears, a single trembling summer star.  Oh give me, please, a sentinel of love; a guide for this poor heart to find its home, a light to lead the lover out of hate and call the tender out from hiding behind the rocks and thorns.  Under such a star—on a beach, perhaps, or even just outside a rowdy bar—lightly touch my lips again, as you once did, with a given kiss, not stolen, and this time I will not run away.  Let me finally see the joy for which I came so far. 

I know it is here, somewhere.  I know... 

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