fruit
moonshine
Somewhere
shes
swimming
in
cranberry
juice
.
011206
...
Sonya
Here
we
are
in
a
world
...
where
bright
eyed
boys
pretend
to
be
men
.
Superficial
talks
in
cafeterias
are
thrown
away
for
unyielding commands
in
a
dirt
camp.
Realities
of
war
have
burned
blissful
dreams
.
Their
ashes
float
away
in
tears
carried
by
the
wind
and
are
echoed
in
the
cries
of
murdered
children
.
Rainbow
patterned kites
and
silver
slinkies
are
but
myths
in
their
minds
.
A
shiny
gun
is
placed
into
the
curious
hands
of
a
child
who
believes
he
is
doing
the
right
thing
...
for
his
country
,
for
his
people
,
for
his
future
.
Diseased
blood
spews furiously
from
fatal
wounds
when
it
should
only
ooze
from
knee
scrapes.
No
more
roller skates
or
bicycles,
only
blind
patriotism
here
.
It's
do
or
die
boy
.
Do
or
die
.
There
once
was
a
whimsical
world
where
the
people
took
nothing
seriously
.
And
they
often
uttered
from
their
soiled
lips
,
"
Boys
will
be
boys
."
Farewell
boys
...
Their
hearts
used
to
know
girls
and
games
.
Their
youth
was
secretly
stolen
.
Their
ideals
were
raped
then
slaughtered.
Their
voices
have
been
muted
forever
.
In
this
world
...
Boys
will
never
be
boys
again
.
011206
...
Sonya
I
hate
when
I
go
to
the
add
blather
form
and
forget
to
change
the
title
...forgive
me
,
I'm
tired
and
I'm
just
an
idiotic lunatic!
Fruit
is
one
of
the
best
things
in
existence
....try
some
:)
011206
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
