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ABOUT zwarg.blog CATEGORIES MAIN ARCHIVES 1999(14) [+] 2000(3) [+] 2001(4) [+] 2002(18) [+] 2003(159) [+] 2004(108) [+] 2005(126) [+]United States vs. Iraq
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Friday, April 30 1999
Where is my home? My home was a beautiful place, a place of summertime charcoal grills, and starky white and blue winter contrast. In this short life of mine, I hold my memories of my home as pinnacles of acheivement. Those were the golden days. I do not know what my home is going to be like now. A town of raging killers, weapon fanatics, or press-conference junkies. Who has taken over my home, and claimed in in the name of their internation conglomerate corporation and partners, assoc. Broadcast this alienation to the nation, and harrass my neighbors on the airwaves in London. Where is my home? What is it that I can say shaped me to be who I am? My home of maniacle killers? Or the beauty of the state in which I was chosen to reside? The friends and family of my sheltered white suburbanite life? Or the angelic snowfall, lancing summer sunshine, blinding blue sky, and sleepy silence of the drowsy mountains? May my home please be what I remember, please? Thursday, April 22 1999What is my home? The home I remember was a serene place of tranquility and peacefulness. I memory golden around the edges, and sweet in the mind. Everything was beautiful, even when it wasn't, and nothing was ever wrong. But things change, I suppose. My whitebread town has become the center of attention of the nation, as a pair of psychos went wild. It made me re-evaluate what my home is. How much have I been willing to gloss over because it's my "Home"? Am I subjected to blindness by my deprivation of nativity? Or am I speaking in words too large? Where is my home? Monday, April 05 1999Seal Clubber What is this terrible deed that I have done? Have I clubbed baby seals? Have I raped and pillage the metropolis of your hometown? Have I burned ants with lenses? Have I somehow slipped by the Nuremburg trials? Have I slept with your sister and brother? Am I compulsively derogatory? Am I a lost bastard child? Am I of a bloodline which does not compliment your fleshtone? Am I Stalin, Alexander, Ceasar, Hitler? No. Do you know what it is? I am not affectionate towards you, so you feel justified imposing these paradigms upon me. Do I support strain which is umeasurable? You have given me my burden, now watch me carry it, and carry it well. Friday, April 02 1999AM I INSENSITIVE? Alright. What is going on here. I don't think so. So what is the problem? Me? You? I think its the combination. I cannot compromise, even for you. That's who I am. I cannot change that, and I do not want to change that. I will not change for you. I will not grow for you. I am a solid, singular force in my life, and I do not need you to follow me or question me. But am I an absolute to myself? |
