Wednesday, November 21, 2007

subliminal confessions (excerpt)

There was a pile of old clothes in the dark corner. I asked what they were. The men told me that they belonged to the hanged. Most of the prisoners arrived in the cell wearing nothing but underwear. Me too. I had no other option, but to put on dead men’s clothes.


Blogger monospace said...

you have been lately. always happy to read your posts. keep them coming or they will come after you.

1:43 AM  
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7:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


ta vasika

7:15 PM  
Anonymous blake runner said...

τα ρούχα πάντα προσφέρουν τις υπηρεσίες τους ακόμα και στο ασυνείδητο

1:07 AM  
Blogger Lilly said...

Shafiq,rapping to an American guard.."My name's Shafiq Rasul, and I'm from Tipton, I tell them I ain't Taliban, but they don't wanna listen. You won't believe I just came out here, for my mate's wedding, do you? I never thought my ass, would be heading for Cuba."
(Road to Guantanamo-2006)

It is quite unbelivable,the way we-the human beings-can get accustomed on killing the innocents.

11:18 PM  

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