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I salute you

May 10, 2012
By trenchantly BRONZE, Albion, Pennsylvania
trenchantly BRONZE, Albion, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE."

"The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead."

"Clinical psychology tells us, arguably, that trauma is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics, they can be lost forever. It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting, and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again. It’s not that I’ve been dishonest, it’s just that I loathe reality."

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”


My soldier boy,
I flush;

this is a painful drought of affection
draining the coils of my veins to dried stalks
creating ridges in their stern capsules
threatening to brim their blood
in stricken sails,
overboard

My soldier boy,
if this is the height of my life
if these years are my jubilation
i can say rather megalomaniacally,
I am robbed--
annulled

My soldier boy,
love does equate to the sensation of life
but if read in context, the similarities hold bedeviled hands in likeness
they reticulate, and with each brandish jerk of the knot
There’s a little less faith in between our wearied walls

My soldier boy,
show me your dryad-pixie nymphos
and I’ll show you the billowed lines of my wrists
Strike the containment of my hull

I salute you, my dear soldier boy
I’ll breathe in the asthmatic intervals
of your ashen words

Please,
taste mine



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