Then meet me at the top like a butterfly knife.

Apr 23, 2009 04:13

Deathmarch Update:

It seems at 4 AM I've reached the end of my brainpower endurance test. No matter how hard I stare at this screen, words aren't appearing. At least, not where they're meant to. I imagine, waxing quixotic about the (economic) absurdities of Velika Kladusa's Agrokomerc situation as well as how UN arms embargoes screwed over the Bosniaks in '92 and how subsequent smuggling action involving the larger Muslim community alongside siege conditions in Sarajevo empowered the "smuggling elite" and positioned them perfectly for "taking charge" (read: fckuing up royally) postwar reconstruction efforts will have that effect. See, that's what I'm talking about. With the words.

Okay, I'm going to sleep. This is a losing battle.

deathmarch, balkan tragedy, life, politics

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