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A quarter"A Quarter"The quarter clinking onto the counter, the inky smell unlike any otherExisting on page and panel, Devine pantheons of a modern ageExaggerations to which we may aspire.Epics of image and word.The reader sees beyond the contrived, beyond Juvenal's circuses and breadThe crack of bat against ball means nothing, as do all battles fought on court and fieldWorker-drones emerging from classrooms.Nothing is created, nothing affirmed.We who imagine see the truth in the fantasy, our own truth, as well as yoursWe see what is, what will be, and what must be.We see ourselves as we should be.The world, we see as it is."They rot the brain" some say, but do not knowA small fraternity understandsThrough the absurd, the profound can be seen and expressed.The outcast: the enlightened.Allegories like Plato's caveTwenty-five cents gives us heroes, twenty-two pages of picture and proseTales of heroism and wonder, stories of struggle, pain, and loss.A quarter: every word ever wr
The FlockThe FlockI see the two-legged sheep, believing what they're told, moving with the flock.Liking it because others do, because they are told to.Sheeple I call them; two legged, but without mind.Grazing, and taking roots and all.Given the chance to pick their shepherd they do not.They graze, and watch manufactured reality staged by other sheep.They have no fence to contain them, what they don't know does that.Ignorance is bliss, apathy comforting.They fear the wolf, rather he is near or not.The idea of the wolf, more fearful than the certainty of the Sheppard's shears or the butcher's knife.They graze, they watch, until they are sheared or eaten.The others do not see, they graze; it is what sheep do.
The Price The PriceBrave men under white crosses in Europe, and on Pacific Islands.Survivors with stumps where limbs used to be.Children remembering fathers only from photographs.The future had a price.The survivors and their children fought in Korea and Vietnam.A system was the enemy then, not a country or a man.Two wars that decided nothing.The future had a price.Students fought against policemen, both of them were victims.Assassins took three great men, but their ideas endured.Trust ended at Watergate, and for a while we paid attention.The future had a price.The Gulf saw another war.Kuwait was freed, and the oil flowed.The Highway of Death was the smoldering climax.The future had a price.The towers fell, and the law was shouted into silence.As a people, we went mad.Fear rules us now.The future has its price.Now our soldiers are too few to win, and too many to sacrifice.Corporations go to war with our taxes in their hands.Our eyes were shut, and w
But for The Grace of God.But for the Grace of GodI arrived at school on the first day of my junior year completely soaked. This was a common occurrence, since I refused to ride the bus in the morning, and routinely walked the nearly two-mile distance from my home, even when it was raining. I told people it was because I had to get up too early to catch the bus but, the truth was, I didn't like some of the people I knew would be on it. I was somewhat of a misfit, and was subject to ridicule and insults from the more socially adaptive students at my small, mid-western high school.I was bigger than most of my classmates, so I was spared the physical bullying that my smaller misfit brethren were forced to endure, but I was constantly reminded, by students and teachers alike, that I didn't live up to that much-admired standard of 'normalcy' that adolescents strive for as though it were the Holy Grail. I didn't participate in any of the sports the school offered, I had no interest in singing or band, my grades wer
DetailsDetailsI don't care how many times, you've seen it on TV; you can't walk into your local gun store and buy a silencer. Even if you could, you can't just buy a gun that will accept a silencer. Building a silencer, and fitting to a weapon, takes a gunsmith who's a real artist. The trouble is that if you ask a good gunsmith to make you a silencer, they know that you're not going to do anything legal with it, and you never know who he might tell about it.My dad was a gunsmith, and he taught me, so I make my own. It takes time, but I'm a patient guy. A silencer is more that a cool looking black tube that you stick on the muzzle of a gun. It's a precision instrument. Instead of threading the muzzle, I use a hose clamp from an auto-parts store to hold my homemade silencer on. I'll only be using it once anyway, and I'll be so close that the loose fitting won't matter. The whole rig will sound like a loud cough, and a twenty-two will have almost no muzzle flash. The thing to remember is not t
The Engineer I've learned to hate echoes. The sound of my own footsteps bouncing off the bulkheads reminded me that I was alone. For weeks at a time, I roamed the ship and tended to its needs, only to put myself back into cold-sleep for years. Two more maintenance cycles, twenty more years, and we'll arrive at where we'r
The Long Walk The Long WalkI suppose the Tuscarawas isn't much of a river after you've seen the Mississippi or the Ohio, but until my sixteenth year, it was the boundary of my world. I had never been more than ten miles from it before then, before the war. Like many young men, I joined the Union Army and the 51st Ohio Volunteer Infantry Regiment, out of sense of justice and, admittedly, a false hope for adventure and glory. But, as I followed the course of the Tuscarawas River and left the county seat of New Philadelphia, I found myself wishing that the world around that river was still all that I knew. Many of the boys who had enlisted with me had fallen at places like Chickamauga and Stone's River, and a lamentable number had drowned when the steamship Sultana exploded and sank while
Free Plushie Patterns OnlineHere's a collection of links to sites outside of DeviantArt where you can find free plushie patterns. There are well over two hundred choices, so you're sure to find something you like.Remember, if you can't find exactly what you're looking for, try adapting one of the patterns. For example, a tiger can easily be turned into a lion, an elephant into a wooly mammoth, an elf into a goblin, or combine the upper half of a mermaid with the lower half of a pony to get a centaur.BEARSNight Garden Studios Jointed and Rag BearsBaby Bows BearScrappy BearSupriseDIY BearHug Me (EMS Bear