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.

5 Comments:

Blogger monospace said...

you have been v.active 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  
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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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