Being "Home" |
I finally made it stateside and I'm not sure how it's supposed to feel, but it doesn't feel right. My first experience of coming home is having my backpack wipe-tested for explosives by the Home...
Posted by North American Sickness Campaign on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 03:55:00 PST |
For no reason |
It's been ages since I've wrote anything here. I haven't wrote because I feel like there is nothing useful in writing about shit that no one cares to know. But I decided to keep my friends...
Posted by North American Sickness Campaign on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 03:45:00 PST |
too much time preparing for work |
I climb the distance to the mountain tops where I choose to reside
A breath of fresh air where spilled blood means nothing
I can capture the filth from a birds-eye view
A chariot ride that pass...
Posted by North American Sickness Campaign on Sat, 18 Feb 2006 05:38:00 PST |
So Help Me god? |
"History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we areRooted in the present day, rooted in the present dayQuestions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness.There's no ...
Posted by North American Sickness Campaign on Wed, 16 Nov 2005 03:02:00 PST |
It's a long walk home |
The end of a four day weekend can really kill your mood. And to think that you might have wasted the free time on nothing. I did really nothing. I stared at the television, stared at...
Posted by North American Sickness Campaign on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 04:30:00 PST |
"I'm so metal I rust in the shower" |
The following article was published by The Washington Post:
Scott WilsonThe Washington Post
FORWARD OPERATING BASE EAGLE, Iraq - Gathering on a small basketball court outside battalion headquarters, 4...
Posted by North American Sickness Campaign on Sat, 13 Aug 2005 09:33:00 PST |
why its called a Sunday |
I hope I can be worth the value of a long distance phone card
and I hope my voice brings a tidy cheerful presence
All I have that is tangible is your letter,
which I devour and dissect every and, o...
Posted by North American Sickness Campaign on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Sleeping Scars |
the only comfort is hiding in bed, Hiding from a whole season in fear of freezing to death alone.
When I want more than just a sample or a taste test to decide.
scared of sleeping for tomorrow I wil...
Posted by North American Sickness Campaign on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
machine that breaks hearts |
I'm just a boy who thinks too much
and who loves the simple things like coffee on sunday
I spend more time dulling my senses on drinking
when a buzz from love could hit much stronger than a morning...
Posted by North American Sickness Campaign on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
last transmission |
Satellite dish scans the desert foothills
Not a coded message or hidden meaning in a canvas of stars
A long way from home I've found familiar surroundings
of lonliness and isolation as I watch t...
Posted by North American Sickness Campaign on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
