2.1.06

Life!


To be what it is right now, a universal soldier,
one must possess a certain vainglorious self righteousness
tinged, with just enough self- depracating humor
in order to make the idea seem more palatable.
Arrogance should be exhibited in conscientious degrees
meant to fabricate a kind of ignorance to one's own
self-evident intelligence, it is absolutely necessary.
Neechay dismissed Wagner in a brilliant act
of relatively pedestrian martyrdom, a typical
kind of thing for a martyr to do in light of noticing
Everyone-Selling-Out.
Denying a particular type of idiosyncracy to oneself
would mean to parlay the whole enchilada into cryptic
references, belligerent innuendoes and pouty charm.
It is, the Angry Voice of Reason in the face of
a Midwestern Tornado, an avalanche of Americana-
realizing that this commodity is not much in demand anywhere else.
To recognize that, one would have to go anywhere else
to notice the epitome of the nuance (a fine line here)
in a bookstore somewhere on the outskirts of Oz,
definitely not the Mecca of our nightspot dreams.
This is the anomaly, the critical factor of Achilles
encamped by his Troy saving his Helen.
To be innocuous as hell one could say it's a Nintendo goal
to save that girl, kill that dragon.

That's what universal soldiers do.

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