The Joys Of Unembedded Reporting
September 25th 2006 02:30
Take me through this pile of corpses.
I see a lot of blood and my jaw dropses.
I see a child's young body trapped in the rubble,
The boys is tired? Go get the double.
This street is paved with congealed blood,
Will the paint show up well? This is good.
Take us through your feelings, what you're going through
Do you think anyone can withstand this carnage duh?
The number's not right? "Carnage" is too strong?
Don't bother about that now, some "impact" is not wrong.
What do I see? I see eyes full of tears, hearts full of rage;
One can expect a thousand terrors to rise after this barrage.
I am not embedded and I wear no army jacket
I tell the truth proudly, fake but accurate.
I see a lot of blood and my jaw dropses.
I see a child's young body trapped in the rubble,
The boys is tired? Go get the double.
This street is paved with congealed blood,
Will the paint show up well? This is good.
Take us through your feelings, what you're going through
Do you think anyone can withstand this carnage duh?
The number's not right? "Carnage" is too strong?
Don't bother about that now, some "impact" is not wrong.
What do I see? I see eyes full of tears, hearts full of rage;
One can expect a thousand terrors to rise after this barrage.
I am not embedded and I wear no army jacket
I tell the truth proudly, fake but accurate.
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Comment by Adrian
Philosophy Blog
Reminds me of magic realism and expressionism, where you might describe something in an unrealistic fashion to get to the truth of it.
Comment by nagster
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