The Yearning, the Liberty

"In the dead of Haiphong, I found within me an invincible Da Nang." So spoke Albert Camus after his second LRRP tour, or so Hawk tells me. Of course, Hawk also wouldn't let me join Tiger Force.



Here I stand, contemplating my lot in life. The greatest linguist on the G.I. Joe force and they still make me shave my beard once a month. It ... hurts ... when it is not embracing my face, like warm thighs locked in an iron grasp upon my cheeks during a prom evening.



Between the red-hot slugs slicing through the underbrush and Roadblock's pungent porcine musk, I can only turn inward. The Stoic stance of Zeno, of Horace. Can this be enough for me? Or shall I cry out for more? Communications, after all, is my spec-i-al-i-ty.



I see you, I hear you, my friend. All the world is but a bubble glued to card backing. As I was, so are you now. As I am, so too shall you be. MSRP. Who shall caress you? The child, eager in exercising his imagination? Or the collector, emasculated and desperate for the allure of the past?



Sometimes, I try to inhale deeply farts that I have ripp'd,
To recapture this hinting, tinted essence of my being,
So that I may be reborn within my nostrils.



My only regret is having never stolen the Wolverine for a joyride. It calls out to me, at times. I call back in the only tongue I know it understands: the Greater Tri-State Area Sex Offender Registry, of which more than half of the tank's authorized drivers are members.



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Where are they now, those who once I called my family? Alone I drift in this sea of green, this humid inferno clad in radio gear and lacking my soul, my bubble-gum. Bazooka Joe,
I heed your siren song. Breaker, Breaker, this is Breaker... need I define a new modal interface for human interaction? Wherefore the call for literacy, for technologies relevant to our developing multimedia environments? Why are we not satisfied with blue lasers?



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