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from Explanations
A Critical Thinker Explains Of and For
Oxygen! That's what I would die for, fight for, fight to the death for, die gasping for. If I died of lung cancer, I would have died for cigarettes, and for freedom, and for pleasure, and of addiction. The coroner will say you died of something, and the eulogist will say you died for something. It's largely setting. Some of us die fors, but all of us die ofs. They want you to tell them what you're willing to die for, but not what you're willing to die of. If you don't know what you would die for, you may not know what you're living for, but you can be assured it's the oxygen you're living of.
A Solider Explains Enlistment (and Hope)
They paint your face into the landscape. (Before I answered their call, my hope never came from paintings that captured a sky in perfect color;) They dip the brush into the pools of your eyes and the pool of your mouth. (it was the actual sky that resembled the amateur's painting—) They stretch your profile across a foreign canvas. (no harmony from color to color,) And when their masterpiece is finished and your skull is bare, the air that brushes your bone will be the painting they hoped for. (strokes across the sky with brush-hairs stuck in the paint.)
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