Now in Delta
So we have some good news for the day; I just found out that they put me back in class and I begin again on the 12th. I'm not positive whether or not I'm going to have to start from the beginning, but I'll be taken out of the inactive platoon at last and put back on track to get the hell out of training.
This also means that I'll be sticking with my current job, which I can live with. I had fun dwelling on the idea of getting out of communications, but again, this MOS will work for me. It pretty much has to.
This also means that I can keep my bonus which from where I'm sitting looks like it will go to buying myself a new car. I'm projecting that I'll see this money sometime in the spring if all goes well. And then I'll probably be in the desert soon after.
Last night the thought of Megan Lewis randomly came into my head and I remembered the few times we hung out and everything was cute between us. I met her on my 19th birthday so I'm guesstimating that she's turned 18 sometime recently. I'd like to think so. I'll probably use her persona in this next story, as I tend to find inner peace with people when I establish my own closure... even if it is all within fiction.
I'm not looking for a girlfriend right now... just a female to have fun and occasionally sleep with. Unfortunately the male-female ratio on base has a sharp contrast. I'm almost willing to bet that there is 50 males for every female on post.
And to make things worse, it seems impossible to find a single woman within 100 miles of here. I don't think they even exist anymore.
There's no news on the fiction, however I'm working on having a chap book of about 45 poems completed in the next couple months. I think I'm going to dedicate this to Kevin Mooney.
There's nothing that can fall from the clouds
and land so gracefully like
she just did.
Her wings spread out like an angel's,
revealing the silhouette of
a perfect dame
She's voluptuous in every curve,
as her hands open up to
offer comfort
Into the light I catch sight of the girl
Seeing that she is not the saint that
I believed her to be
But really the daughter of Lucifer.
Bethany, she called herself.
Knowing the danger and the cruciality
of running far away. I continue to
speak to the spawn of evil
She takes her robe off. Her body is marked
by the beast, but her skin is
still so soft.
She embraces me. Holding me close as
I smell the smoke. She tells me that
everything will be okay.
I kiss her lips. They taste like blood and fire.
I tell myself that I hate this, but she convinces me otherwise
She kisses me once again and smiles at me
I smile back and she begins to laugh
Her laugh becomes wicked as I become
sure that I've made a mistake
I turn to leave. "You are so weak,"
she says to me as I walk
toward the door
Instinctively I turn around to see her
one last time. And in that instant,
that second, that breath.
My body became a pillar of salt.
-2/2/09
I'm going to try and put myself to sleep. I've noticed a trend that I have a tendency to get really depressed after night fall.
This also means that I'll be sticking with my current job, which I can live with. I had fun dwelling on the idea of getting out of communications, but again, this MOS will work for me. It pretty much has to.
This also means that I can keep my bonus which from where I'm sitting looks like it will go to buying myself a new car. I'm projecting that I'll see this money sometime in the spring if all goes well. And then I'll probably be in the desert soon after.
Last night the thought of Megan Lewis randomly came into my head and I remembered the few times we hung out and everything was cute between us. I met her on my 19th birthday so I'm guesstimating that she's turned 18 sometime recently. I'd like to think so. I'll probably use her persona in this next story, as I tend to find inner peace with people when I establish my own closure... even if it is all within fiction.
I'm not looking for a girlfriend right now... just a female to have fun and occasionally sleep with. Unfortunately the male-female ratio on base has a sharp contrast. I'm almost willing to bet that there is 50 males for every female on post.
And to make things worse, it seems impossible to find a single woman within 100 miles of here. I don't think they even exist anymore.
There's no news on the fiction, however I'm working on having a chap book of about 45 poems completed in the next couple months. I think I'm going to dedicate this to Kevin Mooney.
There's nothing that can fall from the clouds
and land so gracefully like
she just did.
Her wings spread out like an angel's,
revealing the silhouette of
a perfect dame
She's voluptuous in every curve,
as her hands open up to
offer comfort
Into the light I catch sight of the girl
Seeing that she is not the saint that
I believed her to be
But really the daughter of Lucifer.
Bethany, she called herself.
Knowing the danger and the cruciality
of running far away. I continue to
speak to the spawn of evil
She takes her robe off. Her body is marked
by the beast, but her skin is
still so soft.
She embraces me. Holding me close as
I smell the smoke. She tells me that
everything will be okay.
I kiss her lips. They taste like blood and fire.
I tell myself that I hate this, but she convinces me otherwise
She kisses me once again and smiles at me
I smile back and she begins to laugh
Her laugh becomes wicked as I become
sure that I've made a mistake
I turn to leave. "You are so weak,"
she says to me as I walk
toward the door
Instinctively I turn around to see her
one last time. And in that instant,
that second, that breath.
My body became a pillar of salt.
-2/2/09
I'm going to try and put myself to sleep. I've noticed a trend that I have a tendency to get really depressed after night fall.