Issue 3

Inside:

Awakening
by The Mule Man


Developing Change
by New World Ogre (Taking it back)



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Inside:

The Dream
by Mule Man


Development, Destruction, and Divinity
by Pen Man


Travelogue
by Dra La Mal



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Inside:

Recent Action
by The Mule Man

Weather
by A. Crackhead

Drive On
by Dupe Charicature


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Four desks, no
one, four corners and me.
Not a damn thing else tonight.


by AM Poet, G

Sun, Man

It’s embracing to say, but I get story ideas from dreams. Sometimes. Sometimes the dreams are shit, and sometimes they freak me out. Sometimes, though, I wake up with some crazy idea that I write down right away, then fall back asleep to develop the idea further. Around noon I’m finally up, reading what I’ve written and thinking about how deep into the atmosphere I am right now. So deep I put it all away and eat some oatmeal. I shit, and then I feel like taking a shower, shutting the computer and stripping down naked before getting into the water. I clean myself up and then I feel like a dumb ass because I didn’t go to the gym first. Well, fuck. It’s sunday. I’ll sit around stinking all day, I tell myself. Besides, I got a story to tell. This time it’s about some cult leader who corrupted my whole family and everyone I’ve ever known. I see that he’s shit, and somehow get a hold of him and start smashing his head on the sidewalk while my mother and sister scream. When I finally kill him, all his prophesies come true. The world ends. “The Sun Man,” they called him, and that’s what I called the story that remained locked into a few scribbled lines on the top of a random page in my notebook. And that notebook goes into the backpack with my gym clothes and I slip out the door. Outside I feel like running, but move slowly on down the street towards the gym, thinking about what I’ll do when I get there, deciding not to do much, but rather go on to the library and write the story I dreamt up. I get to the gym and workout fast, not really doing anything besides change back into my street clothes and take off for the library to write. There, I get the notebook out, smile at some girl who walks by my table, and read my notes. The whole thing is crap. I go home to sleep again.

More From AM Poet, G

My orders, sir?

Get a job!!!!!!!Paper
!!!!!!!Money.
Do
not
learn
!!!!!!!



Scientific Gains

Science is the art of loosing,
loosing oposed to keeping, not winning.
The scientists alway do.

seE. . .truth!

The single, lying
truth is
that eye've lied:
let mysteries
fly through your
eyes.


by AM Poet, Gee

Iran

The confrontation--

1. War in Iraq can not be won
2. War in Iraq can not be won because of Iranian influence

What more needs to be said?

There is allways an excuse, and in this case the excuse is so convenient, it may have been the plan all along.

It’s strange:
The online stories that seem to be as dominant are stories concerning Iranian subversion are those detailing Iran’s newly aquired and ‘to be aquired’ military technologies.

We hear about the impending nukes (nuclear technology, really, weapons not neccessarily implied), as well as imported weaponery; both anti-aircraft and anti-naval misciles. At the same time, we hear of rumored invasion plans, a supposed Israli bombing flight turned back by the USA, US naval movement into the Persian Gulf, and broad Iranian threats to US interests world-wide.

The media is already covering both sides in the war, totalling casualties and collecting data regarding public opinions of the third front in the war on terror.

And, shit, I’m gonna’ digress for a minute, but it will make sense soon:
War on terror!? I’m terrorized by Bush all the time. I’m a pussy, yes, but it’s still terror. Why not combat it?

So, the media is already covering the Iranian war, in doing so, also covering several justifications for an espansion of the current war on terror. The expansion towards increased US military conflict in the middle-east, but the yet widely ignored war on TERROR, the terror I’ve expressed in an earlier digression, as well as the terror (or conscious neglect of terror) displayed in most of the archieved posts on this site.

I fucked the pace and can not end well...

I’m sorry. I’m just sort of pissed off right now.

More to come...

Why No One Has Posted

I've messed around with the site a little bit...

We're back now, but the format has changed. The schedule is loose, but you can still expect three to five posts per week.

Sorry about the lay-off.


Mule Man

Trap

Trap
Maybe we don’t.
Maybe we don’t know a
damn thing.
But remember this and
maybe
we will find
out.