60 Minutes With George TenetHe said we dont torturein this program.We use enhanced interrogation techniquesin this program.Because these people aredevoted,loyal,and they will sacrificefor Allah and their country.(we dont understanda goddamn thing aboutthese people)So we torture them
we use enhanced interrogation techniques.Because,weve saved lives anddisrupted plots.
The 'L' Worddont say that word,that destroyed and tortured word.Dont even whisper it,dont even hint;I wont fall victimto sweet smelling rosesand chocolate-covered lies.Tender kisses,soft promises;cruel tricks to pull me into your arms,into your trap.dont speak,your voice is magic,and that word,that word is so believable.Imaginary butterfliesemerge from my bodytaking with them yourimaginary love,taking with them your chainsholding me to you,holding me hostage under your spell.The taste of freedomlingers on my tongueloosening your choking control,loosening your suffocating guilt tripsand sex-crazed desiresthat held me downand held me back.dont speak,your voice is magic,and that word,that word is so believable.
a satire on 'love'Oh my god!He looked at me!Oh my god!I think he likes me!Do you think he likes me?Oh my god!Here he comes!How do I look?Anything in my teeth?On my face?How's my makeup?My ass?My boobs?Is my stomach sucked in enough?Oh my god!He's almost here!Should I talk to him?Oh my god!He spoke to me!He said I'm pretty!He asked for my number!Oh my god!I think I'm in love!(do you think he loves me?)
Loving YouJust lay your head on my naked chest,Can you hear the song my heart sings for you?Just listen to the life beneath my breasts,Can you feel the way I live for you?Do you feel the fire in my fingertipsEvery time I run them through your hair?And do you feel the passion in my lipsAfter you see the desire in my stare?Can you still feel my soul while were apartResting in the home Ive found in you?In these words do you see my opened heartAs Im pouring all of my love on you?I love you so much it moves me to tears,And all I want is for you to be near.
DirectionsRight or left,life or death,eventually they came for you.Naked and trembling,you were led tothe end.
Tattooed NumberClothed in stripesand mounted onbare, ashen feet,stripped of all belongingand identity,reduced to a tattooed number.Slaves of suffering,angels of tragedy,what has life done to you?Stolen and used,burned and tortured,death has only just begun.
Fortune-TellerGrasping my hand,my bones are crushedby your triumphant love,claiming me at last,while guilt glides down my spinearching my gaze into yoursoulwhere I can see your everydesire.Pulling and pressing,pushing us together,my demon shoves us,with fairy wings,into eternity,but only time will tellthe truth...
A Hidden DepthYOU are not black and white,my Love,you are typicaland predictable all together.You look at mewith eyes so deeply blue,covered by a shallow shell.There's so muchhiddenbehind those eyes,and for as well as I can see,it's still so hardfor me to read you.You speak to mewith such a stoic voice,facading a cold hardness,but I knowbehind your frozen soulthere's a fire blazing furiously,and only time will passuntil you meltinside my arms.