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me : So Edward how would you define so called “Democracy”? if you have such one?

Edward:of course i do, what you take me for ??!! a SUCM!!

Me: very well then, Enlighten me wise one.

Edward: Indeed … Indeed

Edward: A very generic definition of Democracy – as my simple brain would understand it – would be something like this, Democracy is “people” governing themselves, “people” here can mean anything from Citizens of a country to group of guys putting together how they would get weed.

Edward: If we take this definition a bit further, then we can see that any person who would be affected – either positively or negatively- by a decision or a legalization should have a say in this process, which would justify counting the votes of drug dealers in the process of choosing the government that would kick their butt. After all it is their butt is to be kicked.

Edward: In the same rhythm, if people democratically think that drug dealers are national heroes, why national heroes!!!! let say FREEDOM FIGHTERS!!! against the oppression of the uptight modern society. Then their asses wont be kicked any more but statues will be made honour their asses, we even might find the statue of the UNKNOWN DEALER. With this funny tool we call Democracy. why to go far in Switzerland for a period of time “Democratically” the government itself was providing the GOOD STUFF as – I said Democratically, there was voting and all that stuff, and the people themselves chose to normalize Drugs.

Edward: But although this might sound, I would say Fucking Awesome, that is not necessary the case.

me: how come Edward? i thought you like Democracy !!

Edward: indeed i do , but take for example the government in the last war

Edward: what was i saying

Dear Emily

this not an apology nor a confession, those are -simply- lines i drink with the mighty solitude while you are asleep naked next to me. you clear skin in the weak light coming from the street shine like a sea of pearls and your breathing forming tiny gentle waves. your right hand next to your ear as if you are trying to catch a weak tune coming from the heaven to you .. only to you, your left hand resting on your body, and you long dark hair carelessly frame your peaceful face. and you legs… Oh your legs..

Oh Emily how peaceful you look, how beautiful you are!!

“..those who see; call it the Wolf hour, the hour before Dawn when it is the darkest when we are the weakest. when we are the weakest they say then it is the hour of the Wolf..” that what you said Emily but Emily; i do not see it !!!

I simply do not see it, the hour before dawn if i happen to be awake then all i see is how much wine i drunk except for few nights like tonight, and to night all i notice is the pearl sea..

to me the Wolf hour is the when i laid eyes on you Emily, you looked cute with that Che Guevara T-Shirt and the Koufyah around the neck, i knew then Emily that i am not going home with out a prey, it was a Wolf hour Emily, i was the wolf and you were in the your weakest state, you could not resist the charm of an exiled guy who suffer for the bleeding Children of Gaza, you see Emily that was a lie in so many ways. i am not an Exiled but to myself to justify something wrong in me that i still not understand and by the looks of it i might not for long long time. you see Emily those lines are not an apology otherwise i would started writing to that blood i abused so many times.

you are not the first Emily and you wont be the last, but worry not, you will find yourself somewhere , sure, not near me and the blood of those who die will not fail me to get other Che Guevara girls

Oh Emily how peaceful you look, how Beautiful you are

in another life time Emily, i might not be so fucked up, i might be a normal nice person, a Doctor or an Engineer, and then i might seek you Emily, but then i might not be as interesting to as i do now, i might not see your face and your naked body next to me as i do tonight, but Emily i who might be able sleep peaceful then.

Oh Emily; Dreaming of Feeding the hungry and curing the Wounded, Dream on, i shall leave the room and leave you covered in nothing but your dreams, i shall have few drinks and wait for the morning, pick a fight with you and you will slam the door and leave, you see Emily wolves do not keep the bones of their preys, i got what i wanted and now you only remind me of how i got it, how peaceful is your face does not matter anymore how dawn due beautiful you are does not count

in few hours you will slam the door and leave, i will be standing behind it saying my goodbyes to your shadow and a little prayer to meet you in another life time.

Fear not Emily, you will grow, you will get over tonight and you find it that you are looking for, as for me i have the blood of the Children in the far, far away land giving me a supply of other yous, they always did…

Oh Emily how peaceful you look, how Beautiful you are

Sleep well Sweatheart