By Chris Rogers
The following was found written on the back of a psychiatric evaluation form:
Three May Eighteen Twenty-Seven, a typical evening at home…
So pissed off.
Stay on ship a lot longer or stay in Navy a little longer…
Why the fuck is that the only choice?
False Dichotomy.
I’m so pissed my chest is tight. I think about the boat.
I wouldn’t even be in this situation if I hadn’t gone to Iraq,
I’d have rotated ashore…
About six months ago?
None of this fucking matters, we’re all dead.
I want to cry and I want to break shit.
Three exclamation marks.
FUCK.
Three exclamation marks.
FUCK written sideways to make best use of remaining space.
I’m wasting my life…
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Breathe.
Songs of Babylon 