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I am that which others choose not to be, failed to be, and never could be. A soldier, and more importantly, a man. As a person ever changing, ever growing, evolving, completely amorphis, without from changing from strength to strength, a faceless man of a 1000 identities. What a life indeed, oh the webs we weave when we practice to decieve.
Hammurabi put it best in his code of laws "The strong shall not oppress the weak."
So I remind them. I remind them of the self-imposed shackles of self-esteem and indecision, of the words not said, your voice choking itself in the back of your throat, your own hands binding you.
"Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. "
Ah Ulysses how you ease my mind.
As for sexuality and the like, I do interogation for the military, a job I very much enjoy which has me wondering what else is out there, which apparently is a wide world were people do for fun, what I do for a living. Huzzah. What a wonderful world.
Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the 'good life', whatever it is and wherever it happens to be." -- Hunter S. Thompson
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Another tour over, another adventure to the Arab lands, the face long-sunburnt, the body a steady pale. The excitement of this all becoming just a memory, trimulant.
Aye Kipling, you knew it best. This reeking tube and iron shard accomplished nothing. |
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| Age: 28 |
| Zamboanga,
Philippines |
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