resto de coeur

it is your worst nightmare, isn´t it ?
You know it we know it.
The day they get tired of exploding themselves in Iraq,S your brother-in-arms , and all their fellow muslim fellows, it is gonna be the Long March home for you. to Oblivion.
You will not walk alone. We will be there, to beat the drums. And periodically prod a lancet to your marses , a note stuck to it with the excess dividends.

In the mean time it is waiting,and I am sitting here at Millies. It´s become a dump millies, late of day. Ah there your avatar is sitting as well. In the usual speckless white suit in the middle of the salle. His Halo around his long furry ears. The huge fan above him spinning a gentle breeze to his 2 long ears. having a frappuccino as always. So cheap. Talk is futile ,since long ago. The waiters r only carrying frappuccinos around again btw, the nutromatic is stuck again I suppose. Full of vogons here, and Dutch tourists now also: They made it cheap here as I said.
Evrthng so quiet. I see a huge barrel of manure in 1 corner (who consumes that?) , the enlightened one´s speckless white suit, the huge spinning fan, and us, the mean morons, never 2shy to violently USbomb the women the children from under their roofs, in the other corner. We weigh the options.. There are different near futures possible as always. But some involve the drycleaners thats for sure. But nothing ever happens. so far.