It comes at that time in the early morning when the throat clenches about the fist and a fast cry surges toward the stomach: "something is missing". I am meant for something great. What is self or greatness? I do not hesitate to abstain from speculation. What matters at the end of the day? How many men on this earth ate bread tonight? Has that percentage improved since yesterday? If not, what are our plans to change that? From the poorest child's access to bread, the whole spectrum becomes clear--
Suffering will always exist if we do not sacrifice. Christ died in vain.
In the late twentieth century, one man began a journey to hike his desk. This the story of the hands holding the pens writing upon the paper on the desk beneath the man behind that journey.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
glope
An inadequately funded urchin tottled toward the slow gaze of despair. Not glancing upward from its own steady march, the urchin bent forward and stumbled into the open arms of license.
Friday, August 3, 2007
laziness breeds
Listen up, Soldier. You've been selected for a special mission, because you're the best of the best of the best. Of the best. I hope you've enjoyed your R&R, because that's the last you'll see of it for the next 6,574 days. We've been keeping a close eye on you, and it's time to...
Anyways, the rest will come as a surprise to us all. For the moment, he and I both can take in a deep breath of awe.
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