Disappearing Girl

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R.I.P
Humphrey Bogart
12/25/1899–1/14/1957




R.I.P
Wilfred Owen
3/18/1893-11/4/1918


Greater Love

Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure. O Love,
your eyes lose lure When I behold eyes
blinded in my stead!

Your slender attitude Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Rolling and rolling there Where God seems not to care;
Till the fierce love they bear
Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude.

Your voice sings not so soft,---
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,---
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear,
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.

Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail Your cross through flame and hail:
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.







My stance on war is that it's a selfish endeavor posed by old rich men so that young poor boys can go off and die to push those endeavors, often to no avail. Years of fighting and what do you get? ruined land,economies,governments, lives and LOT'S of dead people.





"When armies begin to move and flags wave and slogans pop up watch out little guy because it's somebody else's chestnuts in the fire not yours.
It's words you're fighting for and you're not making an honest deal your life for something better.
You're being noble and after you're killed the thing you traded your life for won't do you any good and chances are it won't do anybody else any good either."
-Johnny Got His Gun
Chapter 10