hanging out with a friend and his friend who became my friend, loitering in front of a twenty-four hours convenience store, 0% sizzling down our throats, and getting nicotine-sick afterwards, it was that simple, sometimes.
Too lazy to be ambitious, I let the world take care of itself. Ten days' worth of rice in my bag; a bundle of twigs by the fireplace. Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment? Listening to the night rain on my roof, I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
All armies are the same Publicity is fame Artillery makes the same old noise Valor is an attribute of boys Old soldiers all have tired eyes All soldiers hear the same old lies Dead bodies always have drawn flies