Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Sweet dreams, little ones

War

War never changes

you think it has, maybe

but

agitated like a goddamn mind fuckler.

aggravated

emotion?

I practice non feeling.

This emotion

Tonight when they surround me

I kill the radscorpions.

When they come

I will rip them with bare hands

and drink the blood that I know.

Sweet dreams, little ones.

[End Holotape]

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