Mono. Hymn to the Immortal Wind. The Battle to Heaven
honey, it’s me. it’s daddy. please… i need you to get mummy
the transport craft Vulcan descends beneath the sulfur dioxide clouds that enshroud the planet Venus delivering the first civillian colonists to the provisional landing zone that once stood on this spot.
a vengeful growl shook the village as lightning licked down from the heavens wrecking two homes and searing the earth around them. in the following days a few dozen folk gathered and in testament to their faith and steadfastness through this trial helped rebuild Father Godfrey’s house. Sam Laugherty’s misfortune, however, was presumed to have something to do with his noted sunday absences.
we had to shout all night. over the car’s engine. and each other. over the band your friend was kind of in. and then just because we had to be heard. few of us made it home that night. all of us runaways. you and i walked together without either of us letting the other speak. i think we sang across the overpass. resplendent in our old jeans and cheap haircuts. some song of victories had and fortunes to be won. it must have been glorious. but we wouldn’t insult with recollection those times actually worth remembering. and now as the summer ends. we start wearing jackets.
she said back off, bro
come at me bro
but how come we even went to iraq?
I took this at 3:56pm on the 6th day of september last year, moments after I found her. it’s maybe, or i think it is the last thing she saw. it was an odd thing i did, i guess, but in a moment of such sad surprise. there was just something so ok and peaceful and her about it. if it was the last, i’m sure she would have made no complaint.
how can i go on without you?
