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Feb 02, 2005 22:24

I am Sick as Fuck(tm) and as such have no moral or legal obligation to make any damned sense at all. There will probably be a series of postings. Cope.

Odd note: the dentist's office that I used to go to as a child is now a pub. Bit odd, that. Sullivan, Illinois, is an odd place. Not a bad place to grow up -- especially with all the time I spent in St.Louis with my mother -- but I could not live there. Not even temporarily. Do you HEAR ME MR. FEAR?!?!?

Right, so while working in the bookstacks, I came across a, whaddyacall, book. Journal thingy. And it's from 1918, so copyright has expired. As such, I shall be posting a weirdass poem from the inside of the cover.



THE THREE
by Harold Speakman, originally published in "Rookie Rhymes," HARPERS

Three dead men rose on nimble toes
Above the frozen clay;
And as they sped, each of the Dead
Told how he died that day.

Said one, "I sent the Regiment
To safety as I fell."
The Second cried, "Before I died
I hurled the foe to hell.

As for the Third, he spoke no word
But hastened on his way,
Until at last a whisper passed:
"How did you die today?"

"There was a maid slept unafraid
Within a hut," he said.
"I searched the place and for a space
I thought that all had fled.

"But her breast glowed white in the
morning light
As the early dawn grew red;
Tiptoe I came in lust and shame
And stood beside her bed.

"And there I fought an evil thought
And won -- and turned to go;
Then as I went into my tent
A bullet struck me low."

The others heard and spoke no word
(For dead men understand),
But 'round they turned and their deep
eyes burned
As they gripped his leaden hand.

Moral of the story? The other dead soldiers will like you better when you die if you don't rape the natives.

benjamin sTone
Current Music: "Savage Sexteen" - My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult
Last Book I Read a Page of: THE LIBRARY LOG (Ten Numbers Per Year), Published by the Public Library for the Citizens of Milwaukee
Last Movie: sickasfuck has been making me keep falling asleep during PALE FLOWER
Next Movie: still Wong Kar Wai's FALLEN ANGELS, I swear

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