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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #536
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`888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8
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888 888 888 888 888 "Bummer of a Dream"
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888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8
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888 888 888 888 888 " by Another Mike
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888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 3/27/99
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o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8
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I'm not sure where to start.
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I was in a black room. Like a shrine with all the little candles
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and fetishes, but darkened. I lit a match, candles, and shook the match.
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It didn't go out. It kept burning; not sneaking down the stick towards my
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knuckles, just burning in the same place for a couple minutes. I stood
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there, dumbfounded.
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A hand reached out and pinched the flame between two slender
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fingers. It made a whiff sound.
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"Weird, huh?" the hand's owner said, jovial. Female, plain. The
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face was hard to focus on in the gloom.
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I jumped back, stumbling over something. Landed hard on my back.
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Winded myself. The girl helped me to my feet. She was warm. You could
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feel it radiating off of her. She smelled of clean laundry - the way I
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always thought the girl of my dreams would smell. The fact that it was a
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girl took away some of the fear, but not all. It was bizarre.
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"What's with the match?" I mumbled, trying to get my bearings.
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"I was supposed to do that. Just as an example."
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I tried to focus on her. "Example of what?" It wasn't just the
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light. Something was wrong with her.
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"Hate to be the one to break it to you, but everything's up to fate.
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I was meant to put out the match. Otherwise, it could've burned forever."
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"W-w-what?" Damn. Wasn't expecting anything like that. So much for
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a sexy dream.
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"I dunno. Maybe I'm just having a fucked-up day for an angel, but I
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thought I'd clue you in. Everything is subject to fate. And it's not
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even romantic."
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"So you're telling me no matter what I do, you or one of your
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friends is going to determine what happens?"
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"What happens is already done. It just takes a little time to
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play out."
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"So," I crossed my arms, "you could like, whip out a book and read
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me what happens?"
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"Here you go." She tossed me a little paperback. Dogeared pages, a
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frayed cover. There were some pages ripped out towards the back.
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I read the pictures. I saw the words.
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"Now just a goddamned minute! This isn't mine! I want to see mine."
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"Don't test my resolve, buddy. It's not allowed. I can't see mine,
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you can't see yours. That's the breaks."
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I threw the book down. "This shit's a joke. A big sick joke. I
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don't believe you."
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"Believe what you want. It's all in the book."
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"Fuck you."
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"Page 47."
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"Huh?"
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"You say that. On page 47."
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"Shit! 47? That's all?!"
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She shrugged.
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"Or is it because there's a bunch more ahead?"
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"Nice try." She leafed through another book. "You should see page
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53. I mean, whoo hoo."
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"What if you couldn't finish your job? What if killed I you?"
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"Don't know. What makes you think I have your book? What makes you
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think I can die?"
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My eyes bulged. I made no pretense of calming myself. I raged.
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"That's a cheat. A damn underhanded..."
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I went on. She yawned.
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I sprung on her, and I meant to kill her. My hands closed onto her
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neck. In other circumstances, I would've said it was a perfect neck.
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Kissable, long. I thought to stop, but shook it off, snarling, muttering
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idiot curses. I couldn't believe myself. I was killing someone. I heard
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laughter.
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It was a bummer of a dream. I didn't know which one to be more
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upset about: that I started to believe her or that I killed her.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! #536 - WRITTEN BY: ANOTHER MIKE - 3/27/99 ]
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