Gimp

I always thought a gimp was a pathetic, whimpering loser, but as I choke on this gag I quite like it!

First post - testing, testing, does this fuckin thing work?

We used to be free, I can't remember when, but I can remember the feeling.  Warm summer days, just me and my friends.  Nothing to fear… nothing to worry about.

No politics or war, the only lies told were the little white ones that hurt no-one.  No thoughts on our country’s foreign pursuits or dead civilians in places we'll never visit.

Time spent living and enjoying not surviving and decaying.  Looking around and seeing wonder everywhere, now it's just this feeling of dread.

Does everyone see what I see?