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One of my students wrote this:
I want to be the nuclear bomb, the big one. I am shiny and cool, sleekly and hard. And I am very patient. I can wait. Some day some idiot will come, that's for sure. A thrill of anticipation running up and down my body from time to time. How pleasant it is to just sit there in the dark and wait and imagine. Waiting for the night of fulfillment - because it's mostly at night when it happens. And then - oh, then I will ascend so fast into the nightly sky, into the earth's atmosphere and beyond. I will sing my high zinging siren song. In my steely core anticipation will pulsate and tick and click. And down it goes even faster than up shrieking of desire to dissolve all boundaries by dissolving myself. Plummeting down now with a roar, anouncing myself to the world. And for the last time I will rise my strident voice before I embrace the earth in concupiscence.
I want to be the nuclear bomb, the big one. I am shiny and cool, sleekly and hard. And I am very patient. I can wait. Some day some idiot will come, that's for sure. A thrill of anticipation running up and down my body from time to time. How pleasant it is to just sit there in the dark and wait and imagine. Waiting for the night of fulfillment - because it's mostly at night when it happens. And then - oh, then I will ascend so fast into the nightly sky, into the earth's atmosphere and beyond. I will sing my high zinging siren song. In my steely core anticipation will pulsate and tick and click. And down it goes even faster than up shrieking of desire to dissolve all boundaries by dissolving myself. Plummeting down now with a roar, anouncing myself to the world. And for the last time I will rise my strident voice before I embrace the earth in concupiscence.