Confessions of a lost soldier by OneEasyKill, literature
Literature
Confessions of a lost soldier
This time, it really wasnt about the money more my reputation. Oh, and the dead girl sitting in my home, before I could even get it on with her, fucking shame too, those hollow points did something nasty to the side of her head, and she was a pretty wee thing. See, the worst thing really is, that its not that much money, but still, they ran out on the bill, and sent a little squad of guys with black ties, no brains and big guns after me, to settle. Thats the problem with fucking American Gangsters, youve either got people who grew up watching too many films, or youve got guys fulfilling a stereo
Im whats known as in science fiction terms as a grinder.
A grinder is someone who acknowledges they live in a dystopian future, where there is advanced technology, but its not really good enough for them. Put simply; were living in the future. Weve got more technology in the average calculator than when we first went to the moon. According to House, we can solve most medical problems with witty dialogue and magic medicine.
So, I have a couple of questions, and I think there are some people in school who can answer them, I mean, there are people in sixth form alone that we have to acknowledge are goi
I sought sanctuary in madness, because I feared the world had no goodness left in it for me. But now I see; now I know. Maybe I should go on about how fundamentally people are good and new born kittens and sweet music. Those things get too much good press, so heres my reason for staying alive, the little good things when you experience when having a good day;
When you walk out in the morning to get the paper off the door step and the paving slab is slightly warm
The smile of someone who is laughing with you
Knowing youre the one thats right in an argument
The feeling when someone you care about puts their hand on you
T
Yeah, I was kicked out of heaven for political reasons
She was looking at me funny.
Its a bitter story, and maybe I should save it for another time.
listen hun, I think we should talk about this she was giving me that look, the one that made me want to go all honest on her.
Ok, ya see, the reason god made the universe is the same reason that women have semi planned babies and men take up building habits
Her pointed eye brow was gorgeous
God was created from the void, She is part of the void, and therefore, she became mad, goo goo gaga; so in order to define herself from the vast nothing, S
By the light of the morning angel
when sight is granted
and love worn away by ages
I know that the beauty in the eyes
of the drowned
will smile, for they know
that I do care
and I would lay down my life
and swim against the tide
Just to walk with them again,
For the first time
The money wont get rid of the filth you feel
The indignity
The money wont get rid of what you did
The money wont hide what youve become
The dreams you had as a child, you sold them.
The love you lost
The nightmares you bought
The sanity you sold
The woman you became.
No!
I can't be there
I'm late
You want me
He's a liar
Fucking twat
Cig?
I love you
Where are we going?
What!?
To be
As the trains go rushing by,
Moving at blasphmous speeds
Men and women walking too close to the edge
Phone are our friends
We talk into them
tell them our secrets
they talk to us
secret voices
and others here only what you say
lies
all of it lies
He sits alone waiting for her.
The candle light gives the room an illusion of a homely glow, one he is not comfortable with.
This is not his home.
This is hers.
He is a heroin addict.
She is a normal person, they met at work.
Thats right; hes one of those unheard of heroin addicts who manage to keep a job and a relatively clean life.
Oh, hes stolen, sometimes he spun his money out on his midnight plunger addiction, spent a long weekend spending money he didnt have on juice he didnt need, so he stole, from his parents, his friends, just enough money to keep his legs from men who would take them.
Heroin sti
The anarchists have won.
We now live in a world of chaos, without order. But when you look out your window do not fear bombings or the loss of your credit card details. Do not fear the government is no more destitute and in ruins as when we last left it. No the anarchists have won a victory on the highest plain, the have destroyed our definitions of truth. They have polluted our words. We no longer live in a world with meaning.
Ah, we walk down the streets and we see the young courting lovers following the set traditions of "I love you" "I love you too, hurry back" and we see it and smile; we make no deeper inflection into this scene. But o
Endings are so beautiful.
I've found my beautiful ending. I found it in the simplicity of a blade. It's lying on the end of my table; I know how to really finish this story. But first we talk about your ending, the one you shall be shown by me and the one that you yourself shall receive one day. Life is hard, and then you die. My ending is that she finally sees me how I've always expected her to see me, my ending is that she finally sees that I am a simple monster, I am a creature of dull moronic evil. I am dull, the passion of all my other pains has finally worn me away, now I am nothing but a man with simple ambitions, all I do now is live
"His name is Ted"
I knew this was a mistake as soon as the words left my lips.
"And Ted is a penguin" she said this with a look that made me feel like I should spontaneously combust, right now I would make that very effort to get the hell away from her.
"Yes, he is a penguin"
"And for the last week he's been telling to you to leave and go to India"
"Yes" I replied.
"A place with notable lack of penguins" she inquired
"Funny that huh?"
"Alex get the hell out of my apartment, I think we should see other people"
I walked out of the apartment with my head held low. For a final touch I yelled
"The penguin army shall rise again!"
Jesu
"I'm not suppose to be here"
"Son, if you are worried about your sin's fear no longer, they have all been absolved. You are meant to be here, not the other place."
"No! I'm not meant to be dead at all"
"Ah so many say that, this is your time" he said this with a smile.
"I swore I'd protect her, I was taken away at the wrong time"
"Son there is no anger here, stop trying to raise such feelings"
He felt anger, no matter what the Other said.
He felt it welling up inside of him.
He felt it balling around him arms.
Purely on instinct he threw it at the Other.
The streams of light that burst forth from his arms were both beautiful and h
i'm going to say it.
i shall now say what every poet is afraid to say.
love is torture.
love is sex.
love is agony.
love is mundane.
love s what each and every one of us needs
love may be beautiful, but it also hurt us, right down to the core.
if you are in love then be glad, because it may last eternal, but so will the pain. the pin of their pain, the pain of seeing them hurt, the agony they inflict on you with a simple cruel glance. love is not an emotion, love is a magnifier, happiness becomes bliss, pain becomes torture, jealousy becomes hatred.
love burns you away. hatred of another person may last for a aeon, but love can leave
The devil was walking in a market one day in fair Verona, he spotted three wise men sitting and talking of the world. The devil spoke to them in a form these wise men would recognise, a woman of beauty.
"The world promises riches" said the first of the wise men.
"The world offers power" Said the second
"The world offers opportunity" said the third.
The devil cared not for power or wealth, he could easily create those, for wealth and power where the coin of his kingdom, but he was always looking for opportunity. The Devil approached these men;
"Gentlemen of fine learning, you speak of these things as though you wish for them with all yo
Current Residence: I am the beast, i reside within the pit Favourite genre of music: it sounds like this: AGHHHHHHH!!!! Favourite photographer: Femmi Favourite style of art: EMO IS NOT AN ART FORM Operating System: slow and painful, like a patient getting out of bed after i started swapping his meds for viagra MP3 player of choice: Amy Reed, Stephanie Webb and Becky Wadey Shell of choice: The Pelt of christian Murphey, i hunt him Wallpaper of choice: choice implies a decision Skin of choice: fore Favourite cartoon character: Rayne Personal Quote: I know i treat you like shit, but am i ever boring?
Favourite Visual Artist
God: look at how many colours i know
Favourite Movies
That one where everyone dies
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Slaves on dope, the distillers, coal chamber; or anything that can get my blood pumping
Favourite Writers
King vs Koontz, with a tag team on each side of Herbert and Duncan
Favourite Games
Find the clothes after a hangover and a drunken night with a girl who looks like an extra from LOTR
My absense was probably not appreciated by many, but fuck it, I don't really like any of you anyway, and would prefer it if you all died of harpoon related injuries. I hate the self rightous assholes you get in this land of freedom. I hate the fact that i like it here. But quote me on that and i'll call you a liar and slip laxatives into you drink.
I'm going to launch my own little wave of mutilation, put some stuff i've been doing out there, mainly so that i can remind people that my fingers still have a purpose besides pleasuring your mothers.
Band name- n00b/l33t luv affair
Style - 8bit meets screamo
Band Members -
Player 0 - vocals
Player 1 - Programming
Player 2 - Guitar
Player 3 - Drums
First single name - 3v1l l33t
About - a girl who won't see her boyfriend anymore after he got Red ring of death and refuses to go in for repair.
Best single - Your cake is a lie
About - Boy who promises a Zero a psp is she fapped him, but all she got was a DS, so she electrocuted him by connecting his nads to a porn server.
He has written that thing yet, and I want to tell him I'm accepting that thing, but the domain name his email address is from is parked, and no mail forwarding is happening.
Sam, I need an alternative email address off you, please. Drop me a mail to let me know what it is