Alien Tea Shoppe

This unsettling story came to my attention today;   A Heroic World War II Nurse Is Finally Being Honored For Intentionally Giving STDs To Nazi Patients . I understand that WWII was a different time, that some things done were not considered taboo; in example the bombs on Japan as well as a story like this.  I also understand the adage, 'All is fair in love and war'.  Only I've never really agreed with either. One might call me a Nazi sympathizer; I wouldn't be surprised if they did, considering I've been called a Southern sympathizer (as in routing for ole Johnny Reb; the American Civil War.)  Really, I just like the facts, while also allowing for the grey area's that most certainly make up the life of the human race, which in both 'sympathizer' aspects, are, in fact, true and not mere human emotion playing make believe. And just as one can be referred to as a Nazi or Southern sympathizer, depending upon the group, one can also be called a Haulocost ...

It was an awkward meeting.  Between the boy who dreams big and the girl with dreams of foreign places.  He tried to tie our souls together, without so much as a by your leave.  I said yes to the Universe, but my yes did not entail automatic soul fusion; a simple rendezvous was all I contracted with to the Universe. Eyes of blue swimming down into the murky depths of me.  What are you even doing in there?  So far down; poking around; leaving messages; flitting away.  What are you doing?  Do you even know?  Can those eyes of blue even see?  Does your brain register what they see?  Or does only part of you know? You ask permission for acceptance and to ascend; yet you intrusively dive right in to my oceanic pools of cool blue eyes, possibly missing the ring of light green that dances on the centers' surface; but you didn't splash around there for long before diving down, down, down in to the dark recesses of me; the dark cavern where my...