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by ysgall
2-07-01
....hhhhsssshhhhhsss...
...ssssshhh....
Shitty fucking Korean microphones.

 

by ysgall
2-07-01
...Ready...
Who are the criminals?
I shoot because my orders are to shoot. I am a tool, nothing more.
...Aim...
Who among you is innocent?
If it were my choice I would be naked, drinking, in bed with Eileen and laughing. The acts of a free man. We are all prisoners.
...FIRE!
I am guilty because you have the gun pointed at me.
...fucking shoddy Korean rifles. I fucking hate it when the fucking trigger jams.

 

by ysgall
2-07-01
Dad, I'm gay.
Heh heh heh.

 

by ysgall
2-07-01
God I'm lonely. What does it all mean? You spend an eternity just standing here...
...jacking off into the wind...
...yeah, just hoping you'll fertilize something, just so you'll have some kind of company.
And there's just more you. In the winter, it's you covered with snow. In the spring you itch all over putting out leaves which fall off again in autumn.
Or maybe you get hacked off at the ankles and turned into a book which contains none of your experience. You get paved and written over.
A how-to book, about deck-building. Or pruning.

 

by ysgall
2-08-01
¡Olé!
¡Olé!

 

by ysgall
2-08-01
And, to put all in a word, it was not possible to see a single man in Byzantium clad in the chlamys, and especially when the emperor became ill (for he too had a swelling of the groin)...
*Procopius, History of the Wars
...but in a city which held dominion over the whole Roman empire every man was wearing clothes befitting private station and remaining quietly at home. *
Oh God, I'm 32 years old and I still live with my mother.

 

by ysgall
2-08-01
...Well you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man, no time to talk...
...AH-AH-AH-AH STAYIN' ALLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE....
Everything is so wrong.

 

by ysgall
2-08-01
C'mon, baby.

 

by ysgall
2-08-01
I slept in the falling snow
Then what were my dreams?
Waking beneath cherry blossoms...

 

by ysgall
2-11-01

 

by ysgall
2-11-01
Song.
Wisecrack.
Banter.
Banter.
Song.

 

by ysgall
2-11-01
My father is dead!
Your uncle has killed me!
I miss your father.
My father is dead!
I killed my nephew!
My uncle is dead!

 

by ysgall
2-13-01
During the Middle Ages, not a piece of a slaughtered animal was wasted. Fur, bones, blood, even the heart - everything was used for food or in crude cottage industry.
Why would soulless beasts deserve a sanctified corpse?
Why would soulless automatons need continued purpose?
In the future, robots are created and disposed of wholesale, designed for absurdly specialist tasks with no upgradeable equipment.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Happy Valentine's Day!

 

by ysgall
2-14-01
Scary clown...

 

by ysgall
2-14-01

 

by ysgall
2-14-01

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