I'm hungry.

"Metallic taste to it, human blood.
Coppery. But if you cut it with
peppermint schnapps, that goes away.
Course, that's more for winter.
Summertime, I take mine straight."

- Richard B. Riddick
(From the Shooting Draft of Pitch Black by David Twohy.)

I love that quote.
Really. I'm hungry now. And in a very peculiar mood. Call me a sadist, or maybe just a sick freak (thank you), but I like the taste of blood. Part of me is wondering how it would taste with chocolate.

The Old Lie

"... My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."

- From Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen, first published in 1921.

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Ask a poet what war may be,
And unspoken, he will fail to try
Ask a veteran what he did see,
And Hell shall haunt his tear-burned eyes
Ask your child why we are free,
And pray he'll never know truly why
Ask why you fear what may come to be,
And from blind and deaf, you shall hear the Old Lie.

Dulce Et Decorum Est
Pro Patria Mori
'For your country, honor the ultimate test'
And death shall be your story.

-Sarah, written now.

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Don't ask me why war movies affect me like this. It's a stupid question. Watch them yourself.

I revel in the impossible. I delight in making the fictional seem as real as touch itself.

But this ... this was real. This happened.

I never want to see it again. Not for anyone. War is a terrible, terrible thing. And it is real.

And it is a Lie.