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Suburbia
--9/27/01
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Hello Kiddies-
I ran into some bitch today, I haven't seen her
since the terrorist attacks. I guess that is how
we will timeline things now in the new world. Before
the first attacks and after. Pray that we don't
have to start to maintain knowledge of multiple
attacks. Well anyway, she jumped right in with her
'woe is me' routine with, "My husband was supposed
to have been in a meeting at the world trade center....that
day, but it got cancelled". She then went on to
wait for me to react like, "oh you are sooo
lucky". She never even asked how I was handling
it, if I knew anyone that was killed she never even
said how bad she felt for the thousands that were
killed in these senseless attacks. She could only
see how her tiny world was not shattered. Then she
packed up her shit and went on. Her tiny sphere
of non-existence was spared, so fuck it, let's not
think anymore. Let's make it funnnnn! I wanted to
spit in her face as she bragged of a parade the
neighborhood kids would have to collect change for
the victims. These little soft, rich children would
march up and down the golden streets of suburbia.
They would collect spare change for the disaster
relief. It sounded like too much fucking fun. I
wanted to know why the fuck these oddball parents
didn't sit down and pledge some fucking cold hard
cash to the redcross www.redcross.org or to a tcf
bank which would match your contribution up to $100,000.00.
These pansies were making a fun time out of it for
their children. You know what the children are doing
in third world countries, training for combat, well
training in between starving. I wonder to myself
sometimes, how we got to where we did? And how did
we get so fucking soft? If you can do one thing
this weekend, go out and tell someone to never forget
what happened. Look them in the eyes and ask them
if they are ok, if they are find someone else, take
care of the emotionally wounded because these other
mother fuckers act like it was a tv show or something.
Be together and stay together, unite in hope and
never give that hope up. I watch and I wait for
the alarm to sound, but I am still in that millisecond
of silence after the gunshot and before you know
who got shot. It is within that time frame that
I try to conduct my normal life. Trying to work
very slowly to avoid the jagged sharp ends, trying
to live for every second I don't feel that recoil
back into reality. That is when I find out not only
who the next casualty will be, but who is going
to shoot next. That is where I will hang until the
next fraction of time expires. I miss life, I miss
the way it was.
TCB LTC God Bless America -
Lumpy The Clown
READ MY OLD ARTICLES
in SPENT LOADS
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