here's something to think about...
Scooby Doo: every week, faces mysteries very similar to each other. It always turns out to be either the creepy old guy from the beginning, the lighthouse keeper, or for some variety, the creepy old lighthouse keeper from the beginning.
Here's the thing: Scooby and crew always act so fucking surprised when they discover who the monster really is. For fuck's sake, Scooby, GET A FUCKING CLUE!
just stay away from lighthouses.
Scooby Doo: every week, faces mysteries very similar to each other. It always turns out to be either the creepy old guy from the beginning, the lighthouse keeper, or for some variety, the creepy old lighthouse keeper from the beginning.
Here's the thing: Scooby and crew always act so fucking surprised when they discover who the monster really is. For fuck's sake, Scooby, GET A FUCKING CLUE!
just stay away from lighthouses.
well shit. now I have something to smile about. 55 days left, and **** BRACE YOURSELF FOR SOME SAPPY SHIT **** I've met the most amazing girl here, and we arent going to be living too far from each other once we return to the states. Things are definitely looking up.
UPDATE:
to bring everyone back to reality, I just ate the Korean version of beef ramen noodles, and I now feel like I'm going to vomit.
UPDATE:
to bring everyone back to reality, I just ate the Korean version of beef ramen noodles, and I now feel like I'm going to vomit.
I'm back. lots of dust, lots of driving, lots of camels. sucked.
how is everyone else doing?
quick question:
if you could redo any moment in your life, which one would it be?
how is everyone else doing?
quick question:
if you could redo any moment in your life, which one would it be?
I'm leaving for a little while. I've been sitting on my ass here a week now, waiting on a mission. Everyone gets what they want. I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. It was real choice too... and when it's over, I'll never want another. I think my situation could best be summed up in the following song:
I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you wanna go?
I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you wanna go?
I'm goin' to some place where I've never been before.
I'm goin', I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine.
Well, I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine.
You can jump in the water and stay drunk all the time.
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away.
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away.
All this fussin' and fightin', man you know I sure can't stay.
Now baby, packin' up the truck you know I got to leave today.
Just exacly where I'm goin' I can not say, but we might even leave the USA.
It's a brand-new game and I don't wanna play.
No use of you running or screaming and crying
But you got a home man, long as I got mine.
Gotta get goin', gotta get goin', gotta get goin', gotta get goin'.
Gotta get goin', well I'm goin', well I'm goin'...
*** see ya around.... ***
I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you wanna go?
I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you wanna go?
I'm goin' to some place where I've never been before.
I'm goin', I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine.
Well, I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine.
You can jump in the water and stay drunk all the time.
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away.
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away.
All this fussin' and fightin', man you know I sure can't stay.
Now baby, packin' up the truck you know I got to leave today.
Just exacly where I'm goin' I can not say, but we might even leave the USA.
It's a brand-new game and I don't wanna play.
No use of you running or screaming and crying
But you got a home man, long as I got mine.
Gotta get goin', gotta get goin', gotta get goin', gotta get goin'.
Gotta get goin', well I'm goin', well I'm goin'...
*** see ya around.... ***
we teach young men to drop fire on innocent people, but their commanders won't allow them to write "FUCK" on their airplanes because.... it's obscene.
sums it up, right there... hello, US military, cut em in half with a machine gun and give em a band-aid.
smoked my first cuban cigar yesterday... can't really see what the thrill is all about... someone here paid over 200 dollars for a box of em. strange. if I'm paying over 200 bucks for some smoke, it better do a hell of a lot more than just kill me slowly, shit.
returning to indian country next week... sleeping under the stars, makes me wish for some cheesy harmonica music and the distant sound of cowbells as I eat a plate of beans... what a fucking waste of time.
the only thing this country is good for is picking up bizarre russian shit for keepsakes.... anyone want an AK-47 bayonet with some blood on it?
my best friend and his wife had their first kid the other day.... named him Beck. no middle name, just Beck. they told me I'm going to be his "crazed uncle" so I guess I'm going to have to work on filling out my resume for that job.
I just found out that one of the guys I used to work for, whose Army contract expired and went home, has become a buddhist. This is a guy who wouldnt let me leave his office without taking a shot of Jack Daniels, and with whom I used to go to Sharky's titty bar every wednesday for the free steak lunch. Now, he's a vegan, drug and alcohol free (he used to be a follower of the "wake and bake" school) lives in a Buddhist commune, shaved his head and beard, and works at a homeless shelter. stunning.... simply stunning.
well, enough of my rambling.
we had a bag of grass, 75 pellets of high quality mescaline, two sheets of blotter acid, salt shaker half full of cocaine, quart of tequila, quart of rum, two dozen amyls, and a pint of raw ether. All this wasnt really nessesary, but once you get into the depths of a really serious drug collection, the tendency is to take it as far as you can. The only thing that worried me was the ether. there is nothing in this world more desparate and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. and I knew we would be getting into that rotten stuff soon enough.
sums it up, right there... hello, US military, cut em in half with a machine gun and give em a band-aid.
smoked my first cuban cigar yesterday... can't really see what the thrill is all about... someone here paid over 200 dollars for a box of em. strange. if I'm paying over 200 bucks for some smoke, it better do a hell of a lot more than just kill me slowly, shit.
returning to indian country next week... sleeping under the stars, makes me wish for some cheesy harmonica music and the distant sound of cowbells as I eat a plate of beans... what a fucking waste of time.
the only thing this country is good for is picking up bizarre russian shit for keepsakes.... anyone want an AK-47 bayonet with some blood on it?
my best friend and his wife had their first kid the other day.... named him Beck. no middle name, just Beck. they told me I'm going to be his "crazed uncle" so I guess I'm going to have to work on filling out my resume for that job.
I just found out that one of the guys I used to work for, whose Army contract expired and went home, has become a buddhist. This is a guy who wouldnt let me leave his office without taking a shot of Jack Daniels, and with whom I used to go to Sharky's titty bar every wednesday for the free steak lunch. Now, he's a vegan, drug and alcohol free (he used to be a follower of the "wake and bake" school) lives in a Buddhist commune, shaved his head and beard, and works at a homeless shelter. stunning.... simply stunning.
well, enough of my rambling.
we had a bag of grass, 75 pellets of high quality mescaline, two sheets of blotter acid, salt shaker half full of cocaine, quart of tequila, quart of rum, two dozen amyls, and a pint of raw ether. All this wasnt really nessesary, but once you get into the depths of a really serious drug collection, the tendency is to take it as far as you can. The only thing that worried me was the ether. there is nothing in this world more desparate and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. and I knew we would be getting into that rotten stuff soon enough.
ever been to pakistan? I have.
good news always follows terrible missions. we are going to begin to rip out of here sometime around the first week of june... meaning that I will be home in plenty of time to throw the 4th of july kegger I throw every year. girls get in free, guys have to bring some form of alcohol or a few bucks to pay for the keg. I was at home in Illinois last year for the 4th, so I had to delay it a little, but this years will be fucking spectacular. forgive me for sounding so eager about a day thats three months away, but I was really planning on spending one of my favorite days of the year in this shithole. drink up, everybody!
a few questions:
paper or plastic?
you or me?
inside or out?
backwards or forwards?
heaven or hell?
us or them?
the possibility of total physical and mental collapse is now very real. nightmares... buy the ticket, take the ride... the poor fools, they will see what I'm talking about soon enough...
good news always follows terrible missions. we are going to begin to rip out of here sometime around the first week of june... meaning that I will be home in plenty of time to throw the 4th of july kegger I throw every year. girls get in free, guys have to bring some form of alcohol or a few bucks to pay for the keg. I was at home in Illinois last year for the 4th, so I had to delay it a little, but this years will be fucking spectacular. forgive me for sounding so eager about a day thats three months away, but I was really planning on spending one of my favorite days of the year in this shithole. drink up, everybody!
a few questions:
paper or plastic?
you or me?
inside or out?
backwards or forwards?
heaven or hell?
us or them?
the possibility of total physical and mental collapse is now very real. nightmares... buy the ticket, take the ride... the poor fools, they will see what I'm talking about soon enough...
new pictures today.
things are getting boring here. how boring, you ask? we found a box of golf balls and a putter, and immediately commenced on a putting competition, seeing who could make the longest shots. I won by sinking a putt from about 70 feet away. standing on a box of water, through the parking lot, up the walkway, into the building, down the hall, into the cup... nothin' but net, baby!
US.... or THEM?
tell me... do you love?
things are getting boring here. how boring, you ask? we found a box of golf balls and a putter, and immediately commenced on a putting competition, seeing who could make the longest shots. I won by sinking a putt from about 70 feet away. standing on a box of water, through the parking lot, up the walkway, into the building, down the hall, into the cup... nothin' but net, baby!
US.... or THEM?
tell me... do you love?
yeats said:
"things fall apart. the center does not hold."
what if there were no center?
and everything and everyone was just free floating? everything you've ever done and everyone you've ever met has just been purely by chance? that nothing is meant to be, that you, and your life, are just one series of accidents?
do you pretend to be someone you're not?
is there a center?
"things fall apart. the center does not hold."
what if there were no center?
and everything and everyone was just free floating? everything you've ever done and everyone you've ever met has just been purely by chance? that nothing is meant to be, that you, and your life, are just one series of accidents?
do you pretend to be someone you're not?
is there a center?
UPDATE: ok, my sister is now on here... she's biomechmonster so you better stop off and leave something... just so long as it's not a burning bag of dog shit on her front doorstep... please, people, that's just immature. uhmmm if you don't stop by, an angry russian will step all over your neighbor's flowers, so do it already!!
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the dead flag blues
the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death
the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
it went like this:
the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair
the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful --
these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever
we woke up one morning and fell a little further down --
for sure it's the valley of death
i open up my wallet and it's full of blood
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what a fun day... I love walking through the rubble of old soviet factories lookin for bad guys...
we're goin back in a few weeks, and there's some badass photo ops there... fuckin dumbass me forgot my camera today, but i know exactly the photos that need to be taken when i return. abandoned equipment and war damage is always so photogenic, don't you think? 
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the dead flag blues
the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death
the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
it went like this:
the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair
the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful --
these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever
we woke up one morning and fell a little further down --
for sure it's the valley of death
i open up my wallet and it's full of blood
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what a fun day... I love walking through the rubble of old soviet factories lookin for bad guys...
we're goin back in a few weeks, and there's some badass photo ops there... fuckin dumbass me forgot my camera today, but i know exactly the photos that need to be taken when i return. abandoned equipment and war damage is always so photogenic, don't you think? KA-BLAMMO!
i'm no longer sick. (physically sick, that is, i cannot speak for my mind) if there's one thing i can speak well about, it's my immune system... i've never been sick for more than two or three days, so, yeah.
you know what i really hate? sitting here, i'm situated next to a window that is always open, and because i live on an airstrip in the middle of the desert, of course there's a lot of planes going in and out. here's the thing: during the day, it's all planes to other parts of the country, so they are smaller, propeller driven jobs. at night, its flights out of the country, so all i'm fucking hearing is jet engines blasting away. every time a jet engine screams, someone is going home... and it ain't me.... shit hell.
three months, 29 days and a wakeup....
and my friends back home have already started planning a party for me when i get there.... not bad, not bad at all.
i'm no longer sick. (physically sick, that is, i cannot speak for my mind) if there's one thing i can speak well about, it's my immune system... i've never been sick for more than two or three days, so, yeah.
you know what i really hate? sitting here, i'm situated next to a window that is always open, and because i live on an airstrip in the middle of the desert, of course there's a lot of planes going in and out. here's the thing: during the day, it's all planes to other parts of the country, so they are smaller, propeller driven jobs. at night, its flights out of the country, so all i'm fucking hearing is jet engines blasting away. every time a jet engine screams, someone is going home... and it ain't me.... shit hell.
three months, 29 days and a wakeup....
and my friends back home have already started planning a party for me when i get there.... not bad, not bad at all.
