bombs in the city....

back home again here at never neverland, far away from everything......

i cant believe some people are actually still in their bombing phase. it jst really saddens me..... i had a dream abt it. there was this thing, this image in my head, of the dead..... for some reason i found myself sitting in the middle of my classroom waaay back when i was in high school. but it was empty, and a bit darker like grey.... and then at the front, just under the blackboard, was this body covered in a white sheet, dripping with blood. (it was the image i saw in the news)... and then the body just suddenly stood up, and -mygod, it was my hs history teacher!! =O scared the darned beejeezers out of me (he was a really irritating and nasty terror, but a very good history teacher nonetheless) and he just stood there and scowled at me like he always did everybody, and while his blood slowly trickled down the side of his head, he said, "what do you think, ms morales?..... do you think the end justifies the means?...", and he just glared at me, while the dark blood flowed down his cheek...... freaky huh? -_- i know.....

... so does it? does the end justify the means?....