darkside groov

lost th e ability to

subjects of most social gathering conversations

media

complaints

nothing

demeaning

self-pity

sony UCX 90

it's tales of the weird

turned inside out

the death-wind sweeps by

decay by nature

which actions are intentional
which aren't

tales of the crypt

nature by the numbers

connect the rots

as the death-wind enters us 

something is still left open at that age

small rectangle-shaped slits 

through which arrows

the pixelated uniforms were designed by civilians and don't blend nowhere

death by numbers

can't afford jungle / desert unis - give them a mix, good compromise.

in case they end up somewhere that's part jungle part desert.

the battlefield is a theoretical place. give them everything they 
_don't_ need. according to the computer, this is optimal. 

death by the numbers.

the wind sweeps down from outer space and enters us all...

(during a brief nap he had a dream that he was fighting naked in a 
jungle-desert. the two lanscapes were transparent and appeared to be 
layered over one another. as he turned his head they took turns looking 
real. his gun turned prismatic in his hand. walking through the textured 
scene, he noticed that his heartbeat changed the position of objects and 
orientation of the horizon. there were no enemies in sight.