Interesting F*cking year.

MAJ Badmotherfarker

is drinking a beer.
Oct 11, 2008
Washington D.C.
My little brother died back in November. I closed his eyes after he went. We went into Bethesda on Tuesday for a 42 week check up, and the baby had no heartbeat. They did an emergency c-section. He was alive for a few days, then he crashed. They mediflight'ed him to Georgetown last night for organ harvesting.

Hell of a year. I have a lot of pictures of death on my cell phone.

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.


Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom


This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.


The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.


Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

MAJ Badmotherfarker

is drinking a beer.
Oct 11, 2008
Washington D.C.
It is likely enough that lions and scorpions
Guard the end; life never was bonded to be endurable nor the
act of dying
Unpainful; the brain burning too often
Earns, though it held itself detached from the object, often a
burnt age.
No matter, I shall not shorten it by hand.
Incapable of body or unmoved of brain is no evil, one always
went envying
The quietness of stones. But if the striped blossom
Insanity spread lewd splendors and lightning terrors at the end
of the forest;
Or intolerable pain work its known miracle,
Exile the monarch soul, set a sick monkey in the office . . .
remember me
Entire and balanced when I was younger,
And could lift stones, and comprehend in the praises the cruelties
of life.


Oct 19, 2008
Toledo, Ohio
Wow. There's no way I can imagine how difficult this is for you. I'm so very sorry for your losses.

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Well-Known Member
Oct 13, 2008
Rural Retreat, VA
Son of a Bitch man, I am so sorry...

Nothing I can say, I don't know exactly how you feel, but me and my wife have had 2 failed pregnancies, never had to deal with it as late as you and your wife. I know that you and your wife both are feeling guilty as hell, and second-guessing everything you did for the last 9 months, that is exactly what me and my wife did too.

Sometimes we just don't understand why everything happens like it does.Just be there for each other, and may God bless you both...


Intelligent Donkey
Oct 15, 2008
BMF, my heartfelt condolences to you and your family. Your heartbreak is unimaginable. I know what my brother means to me, and I know what my kids mean to my wife and I. Stay strong for your wife, she needs you more than ever.

R.I.P. in the hands of the father.


Well-Known Member
Nov 17, 2008
Wow, sorry to hear that. I am surprised they didn't induce labor being that she was at 42 weeks. Many doctors don't like to take pregnancies that long anymore.


Oct 11, 2008
Koop's Basement
I know how you fill, I lost my dad few months ago. But again so sorry to hear about that BMF, my thoughts and prayers are with yea.

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Forum Jerk
Oct 19, 2008
Ian, words can't express how that feels.

Many condolences. Thank you for coming back and sharing with us.

MAJ Badmotherfarker

is drinking a beer.
Oct 11, 2008
Washington D.C.
It is what it is. On the upside, the kid had an enormous penis. Just like his dad. It's sad that he may never enjoy the hot midget action.

I've felt a lot of pain in my life. Nothing quite like this. This is an entirely diffrent story.


Molon Labe!
Oct 16, 2008
Western, PA
Sorry brother. Truly am.

Stay strong and take care of your wife.

Serioulsy hope things get better for you.

In my thoughts.