Work In Progress.

"Fuck my country, I can think of at LEAST ten other things I'd rather see right off the bat. But, that's a story for another time. The same old story even." ~Me. Right Now.~



Short pointless mission today. No, I mean really pointless. My job is to no longer, "close with and kill the enemy in close quarters." It is to close with and provide banking oppurtunities to the enemy with 0% apr if you act now! Close with and clean for the enemy. Customer Service is the key!*

*to winning this insurgency.

Another ticket down. 1589 so far. And still 3 tickets to buy. YES!!!!

All day long, "Found And Lost" ricocheting through my cranium. I could hazard a guess, but who knows with me anymore? I don't. Or at least, say I don't. Who knows? I believe in Nothing. Not even gravity.

Mainly the last few days, weeks, minutes (?) have been spent thinking about what I want. And why. The who, what,where and when of it. All for Naught. 'Cause that's what I do.

"My Hair is fabulous Baby, yeah, you can touch it. But keep your fucking mitts away from the Heart. It's Fragile."

I'm ready to eat, ready to plan, ready to sleep, ready to be cheap, ready to wake up and see the sun and hate myself in the morning. I just have to suffer through this last bit. Live Through This, Motherfucker! And then it's all downhill to my next deployment. Yeah. The next one. YES!