This is the first in a new series I've been toying about with in relation to an earlier sci-fi horror story I abandoned. While unrelated to the prior story in any sort of narrative sense, I think it preserves the same sort of presentation, at least for a while, before moving into a more straightforward narrative style after some time. Let me know what you think, and whether or not I should just go ahead and get a different blog for my political rambling so I can just keep my stories here. Enjoy!
ARMSTRONG STATION
Cmdr. Gary Howard, USN Station Commander
Mission Control: Specialist Jorge Santiago, NASA
21.10.2077
031 ZULU
AS: Mission Control, do you read? Confirming slingshot of 2067ER, I say again Houston, this is Armstrong Station, object 2067 Echo Romeo has slingshotted lunar gravity well as per JPL's projections.
HOUSTON: Roger that, Armstrong Station. Received.
AS: Is everything alright down there, Houston?
HOUSTON: Negative, Armstrong Station. We're all taking news of the impending impact about as well as we can be expected to. President Clarke has declared martial law as of 2200 last night. Armstrong, can you give us a more precise trajectory on object 2067 Echo Romeo?
AS: Affirmative on that request, Houston. Object is closing at 22.652 km per second and is closing. It appears to have fragmented somewhat upon hitting our grav-well, and we have no way of projecting who's going to get the worst of it. And-
AS (A): Houston, this is Armstrong Actual, Commander Howard. Sorry to interrupt you there, Jorge.
AS: That's no problem, Commander.
AS (A) Houston, we're all praying for you up here, Houston.
Houston: * Unintelligible* We just can't believe it's finally happening, you know? No one down here can. We study this sort of thing all our lives and we never really expect to have to live it.
AS (A): Understood, Houston. We're so sorry.
Houston: NASA Command is relocating to Montgomery Westland. Transmissions will now cease. Forward your telemetry and guidance data to our redundant channels as well as parallel channels for JPL and Kennedy. You men and women are the last assured survivors we can count on. With any luck... Just, persevere. 10,000 years of civilization absolutely cannot end here. Do it right this time. Don't kill each other and just... Survive.
AS (A): Understood, Houston. Here's hoping you all live to see another day.
Houston: We can only hope. This is Houston, signing off. May God help us all, and may Humanity live to see another day.
END TRANSMISSION:
HOUSTON://// DISCONNECT. STATUS !!!RED!!!
TELEMETRY, RADIO, DOWNLINK LOST
HOST DISCONNECT.
On the 21st of October, 2077, a large asteroid impacted with our planet, fragmenting and destroying major cities on every inhabited continent, decimating humanity.
The last, best hope for the species rests with just under 250 men and women of a joint NASA, RusCosmos, commercial and CNSA team which had been dispatched to humanity's first permanent lunar settlement in a desperate last bid to save the species. Their precious cargo is over 20,000 frozen embryos and the genetic samples of humanity's best and brightest. Their only directive: enter hibernation and survive until such a time as humanity can be re-established on Earth.
However, they have a problem...
10 August, 2012
06 August, 2012
The News Sucks
Last night, America and, to a greater extent, humanity as a whole had cause to celebrate as the Curiosity rover landed unharmed upon the surface of Mars in a highly technical acrobatic display that would make Michael Bay jizz himself. Truly, it was a crowning achievement for the trouble stricken NASA and a beleaguered United States. We may be losing our superpower status, but at least we're still pioneers in the field of space travel.
The cable news, however, was all but silent on the matter. Enter now, the part that pisses me off. You see, if you weren't aware beforehand, there was a massacre a day ago in Wisconsin at a Sikh temple. A tragedy, to be sure, fueled by hatred and prejudice. However, this wasn't even what the news took issue with. So, what could CNN have been reporting to raise my ire so greatly?
Guns.
Guns. Apparently, the rash of shootings lately is solely due to firearms. Never mind that they are but a tool. Nevermind that they're used to prevent crime far more often than they are used in the commission of crime. Nope. CNN doesn't care. It's a much bigger story for CNN if they can imply that guns are the problem and that you, John and Jane Public, are in horrendous danger until Congress does something.
This is what pisses me off. If we want to prevent shootings, we shouldn't look at banning guns for innocent people. If anything, we should make it easier for victims to get guns - as rapists and muggers and abusive spouses probably don't care if you're in a waiting period for your potentially life saving EDC when they can simply go buy one on the corner. Why not tighten up who can get a gun? I say we do much more thorough checking for mentally unstable people, include background checking for racist and hate based organizations somehow, and impose stiffer penalties - including much harsher prison sentences - for those involved in straw purchases, and make carrying much easier for law abiding citizens by amending monetary and waiting requirements for carry permits.
In any case, if we do ban guns (which is a completely retarded idea anyway), the criminals out there certainly won't comply with this law. Hell, I've never disobeyed a law that mattered and I'd still refuse to turn in my guns. However, millions of lawful gun owners will. The first night of the gun ban would be a field day for the vermin of this nation. With nothing to stop them, the armed and unopposed criminal element of this country would be completely free to run amok - stealing, raping, murdering. This is why we can never allow our gun rights to be infringed, people. MOLON LABE
The cable news, however, was all but silent on the matter. Enter now, the part that pisses me off. You see, if you weren't aware beforehand, there was a massacre a day ago in Wisconsin at a Sikh temple. A tragedy, to be sure, fueled by hatred and prejudice. However, this wasn't even what the news took issue with. So, what could CNN have been reporting to raise my ire so greatly?
Guns.
Guns. Apparently, the rash of shootings lately is solely due to firearms. Never mind that they are but a tool. Nevermind that they're used to prevent crime far more often than they are used in the commission of crime. Nope. CNN doesn't care. It's a much bigger story for CNN if they can imply that guns are the problem and that you, John and Jane Public, are in horrendous danger until Congress does something.
This is what pisses me off. If we want to prevent shootings, we shouldn't look at banning guns for innocent people. If anything, we should make it easier for victims to get guns - as rapists and muggers and abusive spouses probably don't care if you're in a waiting period for your potentially life saving EDC when they can simply go buy one on the corner. Why not tighten up who can get a gun? I say we do much more thorough checking for mentally unstable people, include background checking for racist and hate based organizations somehow, and impose stiffer penalties - including much harsher prison sentences - for those involved in straw purchases, and make carrying much easier for law abiding citizens by amending monetary and waiting requirements for carry permits.
In any case, if we do ban guns (which is a completely retarded idea anyway), the criminals out there certainly won't comply with this law. Hell, I've never disobeyed a law that mattered and I'd still refuse to turn in my guns. However, millions of lawful gun owners will. The first night of the gun ban would be a field day for the vermin of this nation. With nothing to stop them, the armed and unopposed criminal element of this country would be completely free to run amok - stealing, raping, murdering. This is why we can never allow our gun rights to be infringed, people. MOLON LABE
04 August, 2012
The Invasion
0220: Central Pants Time
An invasion of unprecedented daring and gall took place in the sovereign household of the Glorious Workers' Republic of ComradePants on the Fourth of August, 2012 at 2334 hours. Whilst building Communism for the glorious workers of Tropico 3, I happened to glance up and to the right, putting down my stolichnaya and coke and gasping as I saw a hideous cockroach making its' way up my wall.
In the old days, my response would be swift, emotionless, and efficient. However, upon reaching for the airsoft pistol which I usually kept handy for just such an occasion, I discovered that I had trouble. You see, I had no airsoft gun nearby and the only projectile weapon within range was my M1911. The situation, while dire, did not yet necessitate bringing the police out on a negligent discharge call. I was forced to play the waiting game.
At that time, my friends Josh and Briana called me on Skype. I relayed to them the harrowing play by play of the invasion, relating to them every sickening step which the dread roach made as it unnaturally dragged its filthy, diseased plastron across the pristine ivory wood molding which lined the ceiling. I thrilled with terror as it neared me, still just barely without my reach.
Finally, the loathsome creature lost its footing. It fell grotesquely onto the top of a picture frame just above the bed on which I sat. I decided that now must be the time of action and, thinking swiftly, I readied a nearby can of Lysol which I had acquired for the night I made Mexican food.
I immediately began my campaign of chemical warfare against the pest, unleashing a lethal mist of cleansing, citrus-y fog against this dread intruder. I was unsure as to his demise but declared victory, regardless, to my rapt audience on Skype, but remained vigilant, only to see the horrid vermin crawl nauseatingly out from the bottom frame of the picture. Here, I could take no more. I assailed the beast with the edge of the can, sending it hurling to the floor below - hopefully bereft of life.
I immediately declared a tentative victory. I had brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire. I felt secure in my victory, rewarding myself with a Russian military medal I had lying nearby. However, this new victory meant that sacrifice was, unfortunately, necessary.
Though the roach rebellion had been foiled, the remaining roaches were probably still out there, yet to be hunted down and defeated.
The attempt on my life had left me jittery and afraid to turn off the light and go to sleep, but I assure you; my resolve has never been stronger.
In order to ensure my safety and the continuing roachlessness of my sleeping mouth, the Glorious Workers' Republic of ComradePants will be reorganized into the FIRST... INSOMNIAC'S... EMPIRE!!!
For a roachless... and orange scented... bedroom.
An invasion of unprecedented daring and gall took place in the sovereign household of the Glorious Workers' Republic of ComradePants on the Fourth of August, 2012 at 2334 hours. Whilst building Communism for the glorious workers of Tropico 3, I happened to glance up and to the right, putting down my stolichnaya and coke and gasping as I saw a hideous cockroach making its' way up my wall.
In the old days, my response would be swift, emotionless, and efficient. However, upon reaching for the airsoft pistol which I usually kept handy for just such an occasion, I discovered that I had trouble. You see, I had no airsoft gun nearby and the only projectile weapon within range was my M1911. The situation, while dire, did not yet necessitate bringing the police out on a negligent discharge call. I was forced to play the waiting game.
At that time, my friends Josh and Briana called me on Skype. I relayed to them the harrowing play by play of the invasion, relating to them every sickening step which the dread roach made as it unnaturally dragged its filthy, diseased plastron across the pristine ivory wood molding which lined the ceiling. I thrilled with terror as it neared me, still just barely without my reach.
Finally, the loathsome creature lost its footing. It fell grotesquely onto the top of a picture frame just above the bed on which I sat. I decided that now must be the time of action and, thinking swiftly, I readied a nearby can of Lysol which I had acquired for the night I made Mexican food.
I immediately began my campaign of chemical warfare against the pest, unleashing a lethal mist of cleansing, citrus-y fog against this dread intruder. I was unsure as to his demise but declared victory, regardless, to my rapt audience on Skype, but remained vigilant, only to see the horrid vermin crawl nauseatingly out from the bottom frame of the picture. Here, I could take no more. I assailed the beast with the edge of the can, sending it hurling to the floor below - hopefully bereft of life.
I immediately declared a tentative victory. I had brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire. I felt secure in my victory, rewarding myself with a Russian military medal I had lying nearby. However, this new victory meant that sacrifice was, unfortunately, necessary.
Though the roach rebellion had been foiled, the remaining roaches were probably still out there, yet to be hunted down and defeated.
The attempt on my life had left me jittery and afraid to turn off the light and go to sleep, but I assure you; my resolve has never been stronger.
In order to ensure my safety and the continuing roachlessness of my sleeping mouth, the Glorious Workers' Republic of ComradePants will be reorganized into the FIRST... INSOMNIAC'S... EMPIRE!!!
For a roachless... and orange scented... bedroom.
02 August, 2012
On The Moral Superiority of Communism
Comrades, I may just be a subpar poet/writer/articlist/essayist/failed novelist, but I believe that it doesn't take a social scientist or psychologist to figure out that something is horribly, fatally wrong with the moral fiber United States and the West in general.
As I have previously indicated, I have a legion of problems with the inherent moral, ethical, and practical problems with Capitalism. I am, in fact, an ardent Communist. The sad part of this is that history has demonstrated Communism to be a system inherently corruptible by the designs and appetites of powerful men - Iosef Stalin and Leonid Brezhnev, for example, and even rebels who begin their crusades with the best of intentions: Mao Tsetung, Kim Il Sung and Fidel Castro.
However, history has shown bourgeoisie Capitalism to be even more horrendously flawed - not for its ability to kill innocent people (an ability that is admittedly surpassed by deformed workers states such as North Korea and the post-Lenin Soviet Union). Capitalism's sins are infinitely worse. First, it provides an environment where greed is not only rewarded, but it is encouraged. Second, it creates an atmosphere wherein intellect is crushed to make way for profitability in the popular culture. Finally, Capitalism competes so very well that Communism, a system of infinitely greater moral fortitude, cannot help but adapt lest it be subsumed.
In a Capitalist society, a man is rewarded not by his intelligence, his talents or even necessarily his moral integrity. Indeed, these character assets may be detrimental to one's success in a Capitalist society. Unless one's intelligence is in the manipulation of people and money, it can only hinder his acquisition of more and more meaningless wealth. A man's talent, unless used towards the manipulation of one's fellows, can only lead him to be exploited by those in managerial positions. See how artists and musicians are sought out by "agents" and recording industry cabals in order to hawk their wares and how, without such things, it is hard to establish one's reputation. In true Communism, the arts are promoted by the Workers' State and distributed to the masses. Music, art and literature of true intellectual integrity are promoted above banal trash.
But, I get ahead of myself. My first point is that in Capitalism, you are either the worker or the exploited. If you possess the clarity to make this distinction, then chances are strong that you'll eventually become an exploiter of the labor of the masses. The masses which are increasingly finding themselves replaced by cheap overseas labor, in perhaps the most sickening revival of colonialism imaginable. You can see how all manufacturing is done in nations which are intentionally kept poor and stupid by the West. At the very least, the British and French intended to gradually raise Africa, India, and Southeast Asia up to be developed, modern regions. The foreign policy of the United States and her allies dictates that these areas shall remain thoroughly grounded in the 19th century with regards to development in order to provide fertile grounds to which we may outsource our labor and cheapen it to near slavery wages.
On, now, to my second point. That is, that intellect is more or less discouraged in a Capitalist society. Even after Stalin had wrested control of the Soviet Union from the Trotskyists - the true heirs to Lenin's legacy - a man could expect to make a career in academia. Though the field was far from profitable, this mattered little. So long as one's subject matter was not seen as subversive to the State or the Stalinist corrupted 'dictatorship of the proletariat' - thereby personified as "Comrade" Stalin, a person might study in whatever field their heart desired and could expect a living wage for all their days, for a Communist believes that the right to work to earn one's living is a right that can never be revoked.
This is not so in Capitalism, however. If your intellect does not serve greater profitability, then may your intellect be damned! If you study any sort of specific demographic, or a historical field, or any of a number of esoteric fields, then you have very little expectation of finding work. A capitalist will tell you that this does not prohibit you from learning those fields, but as usual the capitalist is mistaken. In Capitalist nations, education costs money and, in the Corporatist United States, if you cannot foot the bill then you are shit out of luck. They'll tell you that there are loans, sure, but given the ludicrous prospect of actually paying them off, you cannot realistically expect to study anything that doesn't pay off. This leads to people failing to have the ability to follow their dreams and even the intelligent are forced to find something profitable and soulless in order to make a living. This contributes to the general hopelessness and depression that is the hallmark of the developed world. Not to worry, though. Someone will sell you a pill to clear that right up.
Now, this is all quite depressing and makes one wish that somewhere along the way the world had never went so wrong. Maybe Lenin never had his strokes, or Trotsky managed to sic the Bolsheviks on Stalin before it was too late and the global Communist revolution had never been reigned in and, perhaps permanently, killed off. The fact is, though, that ultimately Communism cannot compete so long as a single Capitalist system is left in operation. Where there are bourgeoisie, there are exploiters. Where there are Workers attempting to live in peace, profit seekers will arise to oppress them.
A Marxist believes passionately in the right to work, the right for a worker to have rest and leisure, the right to healthcare, the right to be cared for in old age and infirmity, and the right to be educated. However, how can a state which gives these rights to people ever dream of competing with a system enriched by the sale of these rights to their proletariat? Indeed, the Capitalist would probably sell you air if he could. They already sell water - even as millions of our fellow human beings die of thirst and dehydration every year. Oh, but that doesn't matter. They don't live here. They aren't rich. Why on Earth should the Capitalist care when he cannot turn a profit? The fact is that we're down to five states which claim to be Communist. Let's take a tally of them, shall we?
The People's Republic of China: Despite my respect for the People's Republic of China, their liberation of Tibet, their reclamation of Hong Kong and Macau, and their continued struggle to reunify with the Capitalist held province of Taiwan, I am forced to admit that they're drifting closer and closer to Corporatism. The Chinese Communist Party is becoming more and more reminiscent of the Capitalist bourgeoisie with each and every deal they make with American, Japanese, Taiwanese and South Korean corporations to grow fat off of the labors of their countrymen in foreign owned sweatshops.
The Republic of Cuba: A deformed worker's state, slowly drifting towards Capitalism in the mold of the CCP.
Lao People's Democratic Republic: Yet another would-be China.
The Socialist Republic of Vietnam: And again, another would-be China. In fact, the Communist Party of Vietnam have even gone on record as saying they based their reform efforts off of Deng Xiaoping theory. How very kind of them.
The Democratic People's Republic of Korea: The strangest case of all, the most deformed Communist state imaginable. Indeed, I don't even consider them to be a Communist nation even by the standards of the nations listed above. They're more akin to a creepy cult state: Scientology, the regime; if you will. If the Soviet Union had never undergone destalinization, it would have looked a lot like this. They have almost completely shuttered themselves off from the outside world, opening up only when the ruling cabal can turn a profit from Chinese, Russian and South Korean investors.
So, as you can see, the states which survived the tragic fall of Communism did so either by bending over for the bourgeoisie or by going completely insane. The fact is that Communism, for all of its moral superiority, simply cannot compete. This is my musing, and bummer though it may be, I feel as though it serves a valuable lesson. So long as the bourgeoisie remains in any form in any land, the Revolution will never - must never - end.
Thank you for your time and patience in reading this, comrades.
As I have previously indicated, I have a legion of problems with the inherent moral, ethical, and practical problems with Capitalism. I am, in fact, an ardent Communist. The sad part of this is that history has demonstrated Communism to be a system inherently corruptible by the designs and appetites of powerful men - Iosef Stalin and Leonid Brezhnev, for example, and even rebels who begin their crusades with the best of intentions: Mao Tsetung, Kim Il Sung and Fidel Castro.
However, history has shown bourgeoisie Capitalism to be even more horrendously flawed - not for its ability to kill innocent people (an ability that is admittedly surpassed by deformed workers states such as North Korea and the post-Lenin Soviet Union). Capitalism's sins are infinitely worse. First, it provides an environment where greed is not only rewarded, but it is encouraged. Second, it creates an atmosphere wherein intellect is crushed to make way for profitability in the popular culture. Finally, Capitalism competes so very well that Communism, a system of infinitely greater moral fortitude, cannot help but adapt lest it be subsumed.
In a Capitalist society, a man is rewarded not by his intelligence, his talents or even necessarily his moral integrity. Indeed, these character assets may be detrimental to one's success in a Capitalist society. Unless one's intelligence is in the manipulation of people and money, it can only hinder his acquisition of more and more meaningless wealth. A man's talent, unless used towards the manipulation of one's fellows, can only lead him to be exploited by those in managerial positions. See how artists and musicians are sought out by "agents" and recording industry cabals in order to hawk their wares and how, without such things, it is hard to establish one's reputation. In true Communism, the arts are promoted by the Workers' State and distributed to the masses. Music, art and literature of true intellectual integrity are promoted above banal trash.
But, I get ahead of myself. My first point is that in Capitalism, you are either the worker or the exploited. If you possess the clarity to make this distinction, then chances are strong that you'll eventually become an exploiter of the labor of the masses. The masses which are increasingly finding themselves replaced by cheap overseas labor, in perhaps the most sickening revival of colonialism imaginable. You can see how all manufacturing is done in nations which are intentionally kept poor and stupid by the West. At the very least, the British and French intended to gradually raise Africa, India, and Southeast Asia up to be developed, modern regions. The foreign policy of the United States and her allies dictates that these areas shall remain thoroughly grounded in the 19th century with regards to development in order to provide fertile grounds to which we may outsource our labor and cheapen it to near slavery wages.
On, now, to my second point. That is, that intellect is more or less discouraged in a Capitalist society. Even after Stalin had wrested control of the Soviet Union from the Trotskyists - the true heirs to Lenin's legacy - a man could expect to make a career in academia. Though the field was far from profitable, this mattered little. So long as one's subject matter was not seen as subversive to the State or the Stalinist corrupted 'dictatorship of the proletariat' - thereby personified as "Comrade" Stalin, a person might study in whatever field their heart desired and could expect a living wage for all their days, for a Communist believes that the right to work to earn one's living is a right that can never be revoked.
This is not so in Capitalism, however. If your intellect does not serve greater profitability, then may your intellect be damned! If you study any sort of specific demographic, or a historical field, or any of a number of esoteric fields, then you have very little expectation of finding work. A capitalist will tell you that this does not prohibit you from learning those fields, but as usual the capitalist is mistaken. In Capitalist nations, education costs money and, in the Corporatist United States, if you cannot foot the bill then you are shit out of luck. They'll tell you that there are loans, sure, but given the ludicrous prospect of actually paying them off, you cannot realistically expect to study anything that doesn't pay off. This leads to people failing to have the ability to follow their dreams and even the intelligent are forced to find something profitable and soulless in order to make a living. This contributes to the general hopelessness and depression that is the hallmark of the developed world. Not to worry, though. Someone will sell you a pill to clear that right up.
Now, this is all quite depressing and makes one wish that somewhere along the way the world had never went so wrong. Maybe Lenin never had his strokes, or Trotsky managed to sic the Bolsheviks on Stalin before it was too late and the global Communist revolution had never been reigned in and, perhaps permanently, killed off. The fact is, though, that ultimately Communism cannot compete so long as a single Capitalist system is left in operation. Where there are bourgeoisie, there are exploiters. Where there are Workers attempting to live in peace, profit seekers will arise to oppress them.
A Marxist believes passionately in the right to work, the right for a worker to have rest and leisure, the right to healthcare, the right to be cared for in old age and infirmity, and the right to be educated. However, how can a state which gives these rights to people ever dream of competing with a system enriched by the sale of these rights to their proletariat? Indeed, the Capitalist would probably sell you air if he could. They already sell water - even as millions of our fellow human beings die of thirst and dehydration every year. Oh, but that doesn't matter. They don't live here. They aren't rich. Why on Earth should the Capitalist care when he cannot turn a profit? The fact is that we're down to five states which claim to be Communist. Let's take a tally of them, shall we?
The People's Republic of China: Despite my respect for the People's Republic of China, their liberation of Tibet, their reclamation of Hong Kong and Macau, and their continued struggle to reunify with the Capitalist held province of Taiwan, I am forced to admit that they're drifting closer and closer to Corporatism. The Chinese Communist Party is becoming more and more reminiscent of the Capitalist bourgeoisie with each and every deal they make with American, Japanese, Taiwanese and South Korean corporations to grow fat off of the labors of their countrymen in foreign owned sweatshops.
The Republic of Cuba: A deformed worker's state, slowly drifting towards Capitalism in the mold of the CCP.
Lao People's Democratic Republic: Yet another would-be China.
The Socialist Republic of Vietnam: And again, another would-be China. In fact, the Communist Party of Vietnam have even gone on record as saying they based their reform efforts off of Deng Xiaoping theory. How very kind of them.
The Democratic People's Republic of Korea: The strangest case of all, the most deformed Communist state imaginable. Indeed, I don't even consider them to be a Communist nation even by the standards of the nations listed above. They're more akin to a creepy cult state: Scientology, the regime; if you will. If the Soviet Union had never undergone destalinization, it would have looked a lot like this. They have almost completely shuttered themselves off from the outside world, opening up only when the ruling cabal can turn a profit from Chinese, Russian and South Korean investors.
So, as you can see, the states which survived the tragic fall of Communism did so either by bending over for the bourgeoisie or by going completely insane. The fact is that Communism, for all of its moral superiority, simply cannot compete. This is my musing, and bummer though it may be, I feel as though it serves a valuable lesson. So long as the bourgeoisie remains in any form in any land, the Revolution will never - must never - end.
Thank you for your time and patience in reading this, comrades.
Intermezzo II: Poe-etry
Seeing as how for whatever reason the massive imbibe-ment of marijuana and alcohol has a somewhat deleterious effect on one's memory, I am forced to once again share some of my poetry with this interweb so that I might appear to be a productive writer. This piece is my own personal homage to a Poe-esque love poem. The only difference being that here my subject is still very much alive and, unfortunately for Edgar Allan Poe - his subjects were typically either dead, taken by another man, a child, or all three at the same time.
In any case, allow me to present to you: To Miss WSL.
The fiery heat of Georgia's summers pale in comparison to the inferno that rages within your heart.
Your eyes blaze as a focused beam of sunlight, alighting the kindling of my very soul and setting my passions ablaze.
Before you, I had never known what it meant to be truly alive - free and aware of the passions within my spirit which are now guided - given focus and direction by the signal-fire of your heart.
But for now, my bed is empty.
For now, my bed is cold.
For now you are not near me,
For now my heart is cool.
Though I see you every day, I cannot touch you.
Though we speak every day, I cannot feel you.
Though we share our love daily, I cannot embrace you.
Though we spend our days with each other, we are not together.
Until we next meet, I am but brush, awaiting the spark of your spirit to awaken my heart's conflagration once more.
Until that time: I love you.
Until time itself ends: I am yours.
In any case, allow me to present to you: To Miss WSL.
The fiery heat of Georgia's summers pale in comparison to the inferno that rages within your heart.
Your eyes blaze as a focused beam of sunlight, alighting the kindling of my very soul and setting my passions ablaze.
Before you, I had never known what it meant to be truly alive - free and aware of the passions within my spirit which are now guided - given focus and direction by the signal-fire of your heart.
But for now, my bed is empty.
For now, my bed is cold.
For now you are not near me,
For now my heart is cool.
Though I see you every day, I cannot touch you.
Though we speak every day, I cannot feel you.
Though we share our love daily, I cannot embrace you.
Though we spend our days with each other, we are not together.
Until we next meet, I am but brush, awaiting the spark of your spirit to awaken my heart's conflagration once more.
Until that time: I love you.
Until time itself ends: I am yours.
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