little things . . .. . . like how there are basicallyno buttons, no buckles, no zippers, no velcro so that you're constantly tying everything you wear like shoelaces and at the end of the day everyone is tired and grumpy and standing around swearing and struggling with all the little knots that seemed so expedient in the morning It's hell with cold fingers And it's amazing how fast the locals can do it like the professional corpse-strippers we saw at work in the battlefield we rode through today little things . . .. . . I'll misswhen I get back to 2002 Like the taste of openfire milletcakes for breakfast cooked on the rusty backplate of a suit of armor served by a friend who is still alive With honey? *kisses fingertips* little things . . .. . . like just how I scrunch up againstmy wooden saddle in the dark and type to you in my chain-mail lap little things . . .. . . of daily lifelike how out of the corner of your eye you see the same four guys still following you all day Goal Line StandWe came over the lip of the little valleyand *kaboomski* The Blue Company saw and smelled its first battlefield The Pope's contractors --- the other team--- had a big meeting here with some Milanese contractors -- our team-- two days ago You could feel the panic sweeping through Blue Company The corporation always told us that almost nobody dies in this era's contractor meetings "it's all for show and ransom" "that's precisely why we picked the year 1368" they said But . . . 48 hours after the meeting there were still unlooted corpses on the field! That's how many dead we were looking at Graice kept going "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit" So Skip, with his exquisite people skills runs out between us and the carnage holds his fist under his chin and booms "Well, Bob, the Pope's Quarterback is only 1 for 7 in the Red Zone this season and you'll notice by the ruts in the mud that when the Milanese Defense got into its Pre-Vent formation they forced the Fightin' Priests to punt and then retreat to the South beyond that line of hills" People laughed and started breathing again But, the fact remains The Pope is not shitting around This was not a Show Battle Speaking of which . . .interesting what you're telling meabout his current holiness's waffling on the current moral dilemma remember it took until 2001 for the church to apologize for the rape of Constantinople a couple hundred years ago I mean 800 years ago 'bout time little things . . .. . . like wet wild flowerson a fallen knight good doglittle things like . . .. . . the taxidermied wolf skin on the shoulders of the paranoid junkyard corpse looter who somehow thought I had designs on the pile of corpses he was guarding and who jump-shoved his spearhead at my unarmored throat that triggered a reflex for me to make the Wolf Club Gang Sign with my hands and he stopped (It was so surreal I was separated from the pack He would have killed me easily) and he made the Wolf Club Gang Sign back and smiled and waved me through the battlefield with a brotherly wink Repeat Tracklittle things like . . .. . . how the song stuck in your head is not there by accident Today All day This old 1100s Niedhard von Ruental tune that I learned at Louder's Meie, din liehter schin May-month, your shining light und diu kleinen vogelin and your cute little birds bringent vroueuden wollen schrin are like a box of pleasure daz si willekomen sin! that is so welcome! ich bin an den vroueuden min But I myself am bummed out mit der werlde krank and the whole world hurts Alle tage is min klage, All day I am sad von der ich daz bestte sage that she whom I like so much une ir holdez herze trage and to whom my heart is dedicated daz ich der hight wol behage doesn't like me von den schulden ich verzage I'm especially downhearted daz mire nie gelanc because I've never been a winner |