Hammered and Wasted!

Not really...  this is about the Poem "Wasteland" by T.S. Eliot, not me getting drunk.

1. The woman, fiddling with her hair and... then plays it like a harp?...  Music somehow comes out and it sounds rather sad...  That's right, music.  The melancholy tune rings throughout the land.

2. The squealing of the bats, flying back and forth, the flapping of their wings and the woman, still playing her head of harp- I mean harp of head- I mean harp of hair.

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-A long day-

The bloody blade stood over the pile of the defeated

It stood tall and proud; under the thin layer of victory juice, it shone brilliantly

The trim of gold shining in the setting sun showing the end of the skirmish.

A soldier with a feather fitted helm climb the pile.

The footing: harsh yet insecure, the pile, moving and vibrating as if to throw off the soldier

It's Vigilance is all he needed to climb the stock and grip the sword.

The shine only increased in magnitude and glory.

A single lug, the soldier, now general.  drew the sword out of the backside of his enemies.

The scene was now: picture perfect.

Technology and science was what brought this country together and what also rid this country of diversity among the people's daily lives.  Back before the radio: "The life of a regular American is that there is such thing as a 'Regular' American."  People had their own forms of entertainment that differ from one town right into the next.

Following the styling of that phrase perviously mentioned.  "You gain similarity to lose diversity."

Technology is indeed a great thing, but unknowingly, we give up the things people consider to be the "elements of the good ol' days".

Army of One in front of the Army of All

An individual may not have the strength to convince society to change...  but an individual may have the strength given the conviction to change parts of that said society and thus, that society picking up equal force and increase that magnitude by 30-fold, and send that power glass-ward!!... I mean society-ward

The individual doesn't have that strength, but those he/she affect may.

The line that can't be crossed... or at least shouldn't

The line, the great line of which people like myself thrive upon for no apparent reason but it is just so much fun.  I wouldn't know how to live if not for that little blurry of great fun and full out unacceptable.

Honestly, there is nothing I would think of to be completely unacceptable...  if done correctly.

See like, religion, it's only appropriate if the teacher doesn't force the idea upon anyone.  If one were to read it and to be attracted to the idea, it is their own business.  But an outside force of an upright standing rank such as a teacher or a member of the government cannot show favor nor hate of a group no matter what.