|a cruel hoax
||[May. 15th, 2004|10:42 pm]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
|||||pixies-where is my mind?||]|
'why did you become a soldier?
i dunno really. i like video games. they train you pretty well.
i guess i thought it was a doozy. 'who gonna mess the the us' kinda
thing. i didn't realise how awful war is. how random. how
people hate me. i think maybe it's because you're wandering around
with a gun. women stop me on the street and shout at me.
do you feel you can win this war?
no. it's not our kind of war. there's nothing heroic
we're not policemen.
the kids are sweet though.
it's hard to be anything more than a crazy man
when you've got a machine gun slung from your shoulder
what do you think about the pictures?
the army attracts some very dangerous people
that's the whole point
war can be about who's the most calculating
most ruthless mfucker out there.
i'm not surprised people get humiliated
we're an army not social services.
is there anything else you'd like to say?
i like to say hi to my wife sue
and hey to the kids.'
you wanna buy bullets?