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A Fistful of Disclaimers(otherwise known as the intermission)“Aren't you tired, as I am, of waking up every morning and seeing the sun again? Tired of living the same life, of suffering the same pain?” ~Gustave Flaubert“A fool who persists in his folly will become wise.” ~Henry David Thoreau~~~~~~~<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false

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I'm not sure exactly what led to this other than wanting to put together the ultimate road trip album for riding around Iraq in soft-skin vehicles that captured my feelings on the enterprise as a whole in a way that words just wouldn't do. Ultimately I found that I had said all I had to say on the subject with the third and last album...but you'll have to wait for the other two.

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LandfallRemembering to Forget“The buffalo all diedyears ago,”he saidas the staccato’d drum beata picture of what no longer was,“now we danceto rememberlest their names,their memorybe forgotten.”03JUL01 11 klicks N of Hans FlatWendy,Tomorrow I enter the Maze district of Canyonlands and I’m feeling a little like Theseus but without an Ariadne to hold the string. I haven’t set out on this trip to

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Long Hard Road Out of HellThe Last TimeI didn’t know to askis this the last timeI will ever see you again?I didn’t seewhat was hiddenin your eyesthat said no more—leave me to my lies!I was too fucking stupidblinded by my fearsnot hearingthe words within the wordsor the non-existent tears.That was the last timeI ever saw yousad eyes in the snowthe very last memorysad ties growing coldand now I see

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The Baar, the Wolf, the Otter, & the Ice Princess (Unfinished) ““This is my helper,” he told Tayo. “They call him Shush. That means Bear.” It was dark, but in the light from the fire Tayo could see that there was something strange about the boy, something remote in his eyes, as if they were on a distant mountaintop alone and the fire and the hogan and the lights of the town below them did

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The Garbled Communications of Tristan and Isolde Pt. II20OCT98God I ache to call her up and talk to her— salvation in her voice. But I won’t. Our stories have come together and I think that there is potentially a very deep bond within. But not this way. I won’t ask her to care. I won’t ask her to be interested. Because it’s just wrong, inappropriate, a breech of protocol; it has to be of

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Betwixt Reflection & ProjectionAdriftIn hindsight, I’d say that that voice that day in Key West was saying that things wouldn’t be the same after the cruise and I’m left with the suspicion that my psyche knew then that I wouldn’t be making a career out of the Navy, that that chapter was coming to a close. Right up until the end of the cruise I was trying to negotiate with the IS detailer, Chief

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Med Cruise Ritual Death MaskThis recaptured the feelings/sounds of the clubs on the '97 Med Cruise

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Death Has A Funny Way of Doing Business, Med/Persian Gulf Cruise, pt I Wave Of Mutilation Cease to resist, giving my goodbyeDrive my car into the oceanYou'll think I'm dead, but I sail awayOn a wave of mutilationA waveWaveI've kissed mermaids, rode the El NiñoWalked the sand with the crustaceansCould find my way to MarianaOn a wave of mutilation,Wave of mutilationWave of mutilationWaveWave

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Fear and Loathing at “He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.” “When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” —Hunter S. Thompson Junior enlisted in the Navy barely make enough money to clear the poverty level, if they even do. What they get paid for what they are

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Mayport- Sailors and Dogs Keep Off the GrassI arrived at the USS John F. Kennedy (CV-67) on December first, a Friday. She had just returned from a two-year refit in the yards in Philly. The ship was a wreck. I was informed that we were undertaking a two-week fast cruise starting Monday. My jaw dropped. Fast cruises traditionally lasted about eight hours, if that. We were going to be tied up

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NMITCWhat to say? It was an in-between time, a transition, and I see that in my writing. It had the highest attrition rate of any Navy A-school while I was there, a distinction usually reserved for the nuke school. They did not like fleet-returnees, such as myself, much. Absolutely hated it when I first got there. It was like being back in boot camp, which was where most the students were

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Alright, this is new and we will see how this works. For now, rather than have a comments section at the end of each post I will have a central comments page here. More to possibly follow. Have at it.

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The Revolutionary Adventures of Sometimes Seaman Slack I learned a lot of things on the Turner. What follows is a couple of ‘em: I was sitting back on a gear locker on aft-lookout one sunny afternoon as we steamed through the Adriatic at a leisurely five or so knots, enforcing the no-fly zone. I had only been on board a couple of weeks and was still a “boot” by everyone’s reckoning.

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Further Accounts of the Slithy Toves and Other Random Musings KKT BAZZ FKK TTK BSE FFF LOW DDCCC PLA IOTA CLASS//// RRR SOY 5/3 Third day in AT land; pretty cool. Nothing could have prepared me though for the changes that took place in one week to the guys of C903. A lot of them have copped some seriously inflated attitudes and the whole team seemed to split up except for small cliques

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Big Blue The Haphazard Journals of Charlie Nine Zero Three RTAUZOVN RULYSGG1648 8493875-UUURUBBCLF RUCBKMC BTFARUC RUCCNON RUCOSSA RULYVBA SGGRUV7845 21968311 BT DNRK DNRK DNRK… I am just a poor boy and my story’s seldom told I’ve squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest When

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The Two Chapters that Have Never Been Written <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if !mso]> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in;

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Recovered Journal Fragments of Briarios Anfortas, Pt II Disney Land is for the Dead The four of us sat there on the porch that night. It was the last weekend in August and the sun fell flaming desperately red into the plains as Amy passed around the joint. We were listening to Led Zeppelin for no good reason and the low murmur of voices and the “chink” of pool balls bouncing off each

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Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces Myths to Live By Pathways to Bliss: Mythology and Personal Transformation The Inner Reaches of Outer Space: Metaphor as Myth and as Religion Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D., Women Who Run with the Wolves Robert A. Johnson, Lying with the Heavenly Woman: Understanding and Integrating the Feminine Archetypes in Men's Lives

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Lost Journal Fragments of Briarios Anfortas, Pt I The Wasteland The Wasteland— stretches endlessly, dry, cracked, blasted. Across it I walk, a fanatic to live in this twisted shit-hole of violence and degradation. “Fuck the world!” another step, a step nearer to nowhere, the Wasteland around me, a vast ocean of despair, desolation, isolation, heat and insanity. Another step, “Fuck

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Music! Can’t live without it. I could’ve put Ktel out of business, still can (are they even still around?). From time to time will be posting tapes (what the hell are those?) and CDs that I have compiled to pass the hours as I've worked in the Library over the years.Album- Twenty 2 the Hard Way A: Dirty Blvd, Lou ReedJungle Man, Red Hot Chili PeppersRipple, Jane’

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The Downside to Riding a White Steed I believed in myself when no one else would. I cared when nobody had the time. I will remember when it all fades away, like an excitingly bad dream, dropping below the horizon in a warm, red, hazy glow. Fuck you all, these shall not be forgotten years! No one remembers, no one cares anymore. Colleen is gone and who remembers? No one asked, “

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ColleenThe hardest years, the darkest years The roarin’ years, the fallen years These should not be forgotten years The hardest years the wildest years The desperate and divided years We will remember These should not be forgotten years -Forgotten Years Midnight Oil 2/23/92 “I don’t know where this came from, I was just counting tickets when Colleen’s funeral popped

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The MaidenENGL 462 4-05/08-91 Paper #4 The Rain The fan is loud again tonight. The casing is loose and rattles in the sticky night air. I can hear someone in the bathroom, probably Jessica, Kim’s suite-mate. Kim stirs as I look up at the clock on the wall, three-thirty, we’re spooning tonight, lying side-by-side facing the same direction, like two spoons snuggled together.

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Twenty2 The Hard Way “The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed" <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if !mso]> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal,

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