You Are...
You are my royal title in this monarchy-less age.
You are the nearby stick to my poo-covered shoe.
You are the French checkbook to my American Revolution.
You are used by me and appeased by metaphors.
I wish I had amnesia so I could forget what you look like. What you did was wrong in so many ways. But I hated you for something else too. Right then, and at every moment since you left – all I did was think about you. You made me love you in a desperate way. All I wanted was your smell- your arms around me. It was wrong for me to feel that way. That’s what I hated the most.
I wish I had amnesia so I could forget what you look like. What you did was wrong in so many ways. But I hated you for something else too. Right then, and at every moment since you left – all I did was think about you. You made me love you in a desperate way. All I wanted was your smell- your arms around me. It was wrong for me to feel that way. That’s what I hated the most.
Our
project relates to the NHD theme because it is applicable in both debates and
diplomacy. Our project’s topic has two sides one can argue. This, in and of
itself, is the very basis of debate. Since it is not a one-way argument, with
one person 100% right and the other 100% wrong, it fits into the category of
“debatable,” and therefore is applicable to that category of the NHD topic. A
definition of “diplomacy” is the “subtly skillful handling of a situation,”
according to the wordnetweb.princton.edu site. Therefore, according to this
definition, “Black Operations” is a topic that fits nicely into this category.
Covert operations classified as “Black Ops” tend to be high-risk and need to be
handled with a massive amount of care. Without the care that is used, there
could be catastrophic results. Due to this match in definitions, the topic of
“Black Ops” is applicable to the NHD topic category of “democracy.”
“no man you’re a great brother, bad brothers get along” he smiled
“well I guess your being a bad brother right now huh” we laughed
“I guess so, but now’s a good time….i appreciate you taking over when I was…well you know.”
“sure…can I ask you something”
“sure”
Jacob paused for a while. “how much do you like Jen” I laughed almost but kept it in
“go for her man” Jacob looked up and smiled
“thanks”
shortly after looking at the guns I made a decision. So far this store had a entertainment room, a sleeping quarters , a food center, a parkour area. We even made a makeshift shower out of the water system. The electric still worked and the water still ran. Even the internet worked, and xbox live had some people still online. It was really quite amazing. But if I thought about it eventually we will run out of supplies, eventually we will run out of everything. We need to learn how to survive. Before all of this I was a scout. I could shoot, and I could fight, but I can’t protect everyone.
I walked over to the food court and found john was the only one eating at the time, “hey john, I want to call a meeting help me by telling people when your done?”
“sure” he smiled “your coming up with your own ideas again?”
“maybe” I smiled and walked away. Things were looking up. I still felt empty but at least I had once again found purpose.
Eventually everyone gathered and I was able to talk to everyone. I explained my plan as best I could. We had guns, we had enough ammo to supply the U.S military, and we all had a will to kill. I was going to train them. All of them. John and ted would be in charge of the physical parts of it, and everyone will learn parkour, I would be in charge of gun safety and how to shoot 101. Everyone was to be armed by the time they were trained. “we will have our own personal army by Christmas hopefully if we work hard enough”
“why do we need this?” Dan my brother asked “arent we safe here?”
“yes, but we can’t live here forever, or at least not without restocking.” the meeting was over, and I was tired, I went to lay down and just sat there. The one thing about a zombie infested world. Everybody’s an insomniac.
“smit!” johns voice woke me up and he seemed almost out of breath “ I need to talk to you! Its important!” my heart skipped a beat, and I nodded and reached for my gun.