Thursday, 6 December 2012

A Little to Report

We keep moving.
We keep fighting.
I understand though.
He has control of the loop.

We can just wait until he runs out of mooks.
Or those mooks decide to join us.
Any war is one of attrition.
That is what this is.

I am being melodramatic.

No... No I am not.

None of what happened before has happened.
I have been coping otherwise.
I still cannot focus on the thing I call "blur."
I am uncertain if it is fear of pain or a physical limitation that stops me.

Salome taught me with knives.
The trick being to cut them many times.
Then go for the killing blow when they cannot resist.

It is odd not ignoring that and going for the quickest option.
A quick death feels more humane.
Though the idea of being humane does not fit with this.
It is not one person, but an order we must kill...

If duc



Nevermind.

11 comments:

  1. I'm glad you can still reach us from that loop. And I'm glad that you're still alive.

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    1. No. I am out...
      I think...

      I lived in a loop
      for most of the time I have blogged.
      This does not feel like a loop.
      No rules like the one I lived in.

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    2. Sorry, I misunderstood. I'm glad you're out, then.

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    3. Do not be sorry.
      Please do not.
      It is I who should be sorry to you.
      You and the runners I killed by biding my time.

      Maybe they would have been your friend.

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    4. People make mistakes. Holding a grudge is pointless. You are attempting to make amends now, that's the important thing.

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    5. These lost lives are your fault. You did this to them. You were the cocky one who told your enemies what you were planning to do long before you were ready to do it.

      Your arrogance could only be matched by Duckie were he still around.

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    6. I told my love
      what I was planning to do.
      My mistake was to believe
      that the location was secure.

      And Lils..
      I have to try.
      There are too many corpses,
      weighing on my conscience to stop.

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  3. How many arms has the bear snapped?!

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