hello peeps. how ya all doing? i'm surviving, staying strong and miss ing like mad a certain girly. i'll tell you what what man, these people are fucking unreal. i wish it were easier to talk to these people. some are dirty but that's just being dirt poor. they are really afraid of someone breaking into their homes and murdering them and their family. the shi'ia and the sunni are mudering eacother like crazy here and that's why i had to come back. at least it's a bit more noble of a thought than oil. the kids here can break your heart. the other night we went into this hut which was postioned right in between two large mansions full of marble floors and gilt trimming and just unbelievable opulaence. it's a tough pill to swallow when you think of those contrasts and when you see it right there in front of you and a little boy's opening crappy cabnits that sit a top of a dirt floor and the couches have chickens on them...man, it's just crazy man. i wanted to take that kid and give him some sort of life but who am i to judge right?
anyway hope you all are well. miss you all. and especially you s.
chris
anyway hope you all are well. miss you all. and especially you s.
chris
arriving while dreaming of departing
converging while dreaming of diverting
anticipating while dreaming of reflecting
to be dutiful yet forge ahead
to be steadfast despite where you're lead
to be of honor rising above where evil tread
and for some motivation, here's a little snarl courtesy of the immortal sid vicious
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