Reposted as for ECH's request:
There was a point in time that never existed when honorable men sat on thrones of air through which they fell. And the people, never satisfied with the truth, wanted lies and entertainment, wanted saviors to save them from some evil invented in the minds of mediocre men who had not yet realized that good is never good enough, as the Cold War of Words escalated and the world feared for each plant and microbe with each new invented bomb, with each misdirecting act of war to cover private indiscretions. The monkey's in suits dancing to accordian tunes rejoiced at the pretty colors, neither shocked nor awed nor sympathetic for the plight of people thousands of miles away in a place so devoid of "humanity" it was a crime for it to exist. And, something grew larger with each laugh as missles flew from ships an impossible distance away and there was anger, and a desert of fire ants ready to give them hell with a rifle. Swarming distant cries, resistance from all corriders when dreams of heaven float on both sides, misunderstood misdirection that never made it through the haze of flies on dead bodies bloated in the hot sun. How simple how sane the moments the insane incite, and how cold are thoughts of steel and hot fussion in disturbed neurons reserved for a select few thoughts from now on.
-Zurtok Khan
Oct. 12th, 2006
There was a point in time that never existed when honorable men sat on thrones of air through which they fell. And the people, never satisfied with the truth, wanted lies and entertainment, wanted saviors to save them from some evil invented in the minds of mediocre men who had not yet realized that good is never good enough, as the Cold War of Words escalated and the world feared for each plant and microbe with each new invented bomb, with each misdirecting act of war to cover private indiscretions. The monkey's in suits dancing to accordian tunes rejoiced at the pretty colors, neither shocked nor awed nor sympathetic for the plight of people thousands of miles away in a place so devoid of "humanity" it was a crime for it to exist. And, something grew larger with each laugh as missles flew from ships an impossible distance away and there was anger, and a desert of fire ants ready to give them hell with a rifle. Swarming distant cries, resistance from all corriders when dreams of heaven float on both sides, misunderstood misdirection that never made it through the haze of flies on dead bodies bloated in the hot sun. How simple how sane the moments the insane incite, and how cold are thoughts of steel and hot fussion in disturbed neurons reserved for a select few thoughts from now on.
-Zurtok Khan
Oct. 12th, 2006