rootbeerlover's blog: "love is a virus"

waiting I am waiting for a call, I am waiting for a call I do not want to come in. When I was young I was a soldier, now I am old and a warrior. I used to believe the lies, now I tell them. The enemies have changed, so have we. Once, I had a wife, I kept her safe and warm, she was a long time dying. Why was never asked, if was a luxury we never let ourselves afford.

aqua pura When the end of the world as we know it comes there will be one consolation; every home in suburbia will have a freezer compartment full of ice which will turn into potable water after the power goes off and we plunge a portion of a century back in time. There will be no cholera or yellow fever to contend with since the water will be as clean as modern man has been able to produce. We will be remembered by the survivors, our progeny, as being the first and last generation to conquer water born diseases. Death by simple dehydration will occur about three days after the crash. Then, almost everyone will die. Limited numbers of us will survive. The ones with bottled water will last three days after their water runs out. People with access to wells will survive until their food runs out. They may last as long as several months, depending on their ability to forage and the carnivorous tendencies of their neighbors. Within a finite number of days everyone will either be dead or dying. The stench of rotting flesh will be powerful enough to write our epitaph…we were distracted fools.

some other world Current mood: calm There is some other world where I have never been welcome There is some other world where I have never been There is some other world where I have There is some other world where There is some other world There is some other There is some There is No, there is not

Again the circle is smaller by one... we run headlong to completion there is never enough time I edit everything that I say and everything that I do to my own damage and to the damage I do to others by not sharing with them... I could do better if I could escape from experience I won't leave another love behind... I have remained behind I could never do that to another love... by choice I walk alone now I want to live with the passion I was born with yet I am unable... I lose through my own Damn fault yet still I lose... and I would rather die than lose I hate the senseless waste and the useless loss by all causes Again tbe circle is smaller by one... Mea culpa, Mea maxima culpa... My friend