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A Fog Upon The Field, The First Cold Sighs Of Dawn
Entrenched, The Platoon Gathers To Put Their Helmets On…
Four Years We Lay In Waiting
All Huddled In The Grime
Until “At Last,” THE LIEUTENANT Said,
“I Do Believe It’s Time.”
He Brought His Bugle To His Lips;
Cold Silence Cracked Like Ice
He Blew The Horn With All His Might:
Once, Then Twice, Then Thrice
He Roused Us Then, His Soldiers Eight,
And Checked Our Bayonets.
“Let’s Rendezvous With Fate,” He Said,
“OVER THE TOP, CADETS!”
THE LIEUTENANT Led His Soldiers Then,
He Led Them Right Over The Top
One By One I Saw Them Go,
One By One I Saw Them Stop.
The First To Die Was SARGENT TONGUE,
His Body Blown To Bits
For A Stone Launched ‘Ere By Trebuchet
Did Smash The Ape To Grits
Next Went LITTLE MICKEY,
Who Passed Without A Peep
The Sneak Fell Down A Punji Pit
One Thousand Meters Deep
Then MR. RASCAL Perished,
Although His Fate I Did Not See
One Moment, There Was A Little Guy
The Next, Artillery
After That, SPOON LICKER
Charging Forward With Great Force,
Was Cut In Half Most Cleanly
By Papers Of Divorce
KILLING SPHERE, The Next One
His Death I Mustn’t Speak
All I Can Say Of The Loathsome Fellow
Is That He Simply Sprung A Leak
FUNNY GUY, I Hate To Say,
Failed To Survive The Raid
The Chap Slipped On A Banana Peel
And Was Impaled On His Own Blade
The Bell Rung Then For KINGDOM COME,
Who Had His Gun Into A Bomb Recast
The Lout Forgot This, Then Took Aim
He Perished In The Blast
That’s When THE LIEUTENANT,
Seeing His Troops’ Demise,
Turned To Me Most Solemnly
And Looked Into My Eyes:
“Go,” He Said Discreetly,
“And Let Me Die In This Disgrace;
Survive, Boy, I Beseech Thee:
Go Fuck Your Wife Posthaste.”
What Else For ME?
I Turned Away And Ran Like Never Before
And That’s How I Survived The Battle
And Fucked My Wife After The War
Lonesome cowboy with a heart of gold affirmations:
I am the most sincere patron of this saloon.
My haggard look is offset by the charming glint in my eyes.
While I do wear a gun, it weighs heavy on my belt and has never been drawn in anger.
My horse may be my only friend, but what true friends we are.
The clink of my bright silver spurs along the boardwalk draws many a lustful gaze.
Junji Ito x doooo ‘Tomie’ dice
Everything comes to a close eventually. Turning 30 next month and feeling more unsure than ever about my life and my future. Existence is a cruel joke.
Emotion (Nobuhiko Obayashi, 1966)
Meiko Kaji (梶芽衣子)
From the photo shoot for the Sareyo Sareyo Kanashimi No Shirabe (去れよ、去れよ、悲しみの調べ) album.
Scanned from the August 14, 1974 issue of Josei Seven (女性セブン).
Walter Schnackenberg (1880-1961), The Decapitated Girl and the Bat, 1949. Pen, ink, and watercolor on paper.
my girl wronged by the narrative, my girl haunting her own story, my girl dead in the first act, my girl the blank in between the lines, my girl the phantom of the past the apparition of the future
Vivian Maier, Self Portrait
Bloody Muscle Body Builder in Hell (Shinichi Fukazawa, 1995)
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this. we NEED this. now more than ever
i can't stop thinking about this