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9/10/2004

entry: #014 :: Having a blast in Jakarta ::

JAKARTA 09.09.2004

So, there was a man...
An Indonesian policeman...
Sitting amid the debris...
The fucking carnage...
Covered in blood...

Stunned...

On the horizon > a plume of smoke...
The Australian Embassy...
Windows shattered...
Victims carried out on stretchers...
A car bomb...
Possibly the handiwork of a Malaysian geophysics professor...
"Demolition Man..." to his al-Qaida-buddies, thank you very much...

Nudge, nudge, wink, wink...
Always in the name of Allah...

I don't feel much right now...
Numb...
Hardly ...
That would be bliss...
Damn, I can't get that man's face out of my head...
It goes beyond trauma...
Beyond the hollow and catatonic stare of a casual bystander...
Lobotomy without reason...
Human shrapnel...comes cheap, folks...


>> Bodybags >>
Stark...
Clinical...
Filled with the last drops of adolescent warmth...
Filled with the uncried tears of their last moments...

Come to momma, baby...
Sorry, if the schoolyard bully comes casually-militant, darling...
Wombs filled with hatred...
'Black Fatima's' bitches rocking the cradle....


It's all too televised...
Monopolized...
Fucking digitized...

And tomorrow's 9/11...
Eternally frozen in the loop...
The Day The World Stood Still...

Still is...
Always will...

Who the hell am I kidding?
>> dammit >>
Everyday's 9/11...

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