I fell into a deep sleep and slipped into another world...
give them what they want
Wars are fought by men mostly old children but they are won by warriors by the ones who've died in battle. War is our honor game to the Gods. It is how we weed out the weakest and most feeble minded from the gene pool those lucky enough to be born but not tough enough to live lacking intelligence and awareness organization strategy vision cunning patience deception when necessary knowing when to fight and when to hide and wait. Everyone who dies in war chooses to whether they realize it or not. The only question to ask is Why: and of course the answer will must remain whitewashed in silence. 10 weeks. 10 more weeks to live caught me eye on hangnail I feel like I could sleep forever and not miss a goddamn thing talk is not only cheap it is worthless and symptom of extreme delusion. Writing is just a little less so. "Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that way. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together. I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started. If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
- Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms
add time. add more time. they want more time. always...
