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Saturday, October 06, 2007 @ 1:03 AM
Ex. Ex. i'm lying restless in my hammock, all tied and left hanging in the unimog. the moonlight cascades upon the sandy floor, where i had been sleeping days before. breakfast, lunch and dinner, it gets worse, not any better. the box of combat rations remained sealed, i grow hungrier with every meal. in the day, the sun shines brightly, i'm covered in sweat and looking unsightly. in the night, the mosquitoes buzz aimlessly, till i'm bitten all over completely. without a shower in days, but plenty of time to waste, i'm just chillin' in this waiting phase, all anxious and ready to return to base. still, outfield isn't too bad, you don't eat alot, you don't grow fat. you simply laze around until you soon forget, that it's been days since you last crap. it's been 3 days since we departed, 72 hours since it all started. i have not bathed in 72 hours. i have not shat for 72 hours. another 72 more hours? yea you must wonder how someone outfield can still harbour any thoughts to pen a poem. the fact itself tells alot i guess. i'm just that free. |