"The car is on fire and there is 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 all sold 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 learing, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles. It went like this: the building toppled in on themselves, mothers clutching babies, picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire,all twisted metal streaching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said "kiss me, here, beautiful, these truely are our 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 as the Valley of Death, I open up my wallet, and it's full of blood."
xmilitaryxmikex:
It sounds like an exerpt from some book or story about 9/11. I remember I had to write an essay about being someone in 9/11. I hated it because I really had no interest in it and couldn't put myself in New York City. I was in Prince Sultan Air Base, Saudi Arabia, on my first deployment whenever it happened. Not cool to be running around with chemical gear ready in the burning ass desert!
tonyvortex:
how odd thats been my away message all this week.well at least the first part is,good pick.