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<EFBFBD> <20> <20> <20>
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<EFBFBD> <20> Mighty Issue #21 <20> <20>
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۲<EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD> illicit "Faces in the Halls" ۲<><DBB2><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>
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۲<EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD> Liquid By James Hetfield ۲<><DBB2><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>
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۲<EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD> Kollections ۲<><DBB2><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>
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۲<EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD> ۲<><DBB2><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>
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<EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD> <20><><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>
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How insignifigant we really are...
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How petty our lives truely become...
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We are born into a world where we are in contact with only a few
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select few; we call these few our friends, our relatives. Sooner or later,
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we have the opportunity to take on education; to "broaden" ourselves. At
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the same time we meet a lot of new faces, and forget a lot of old faces. We
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become more so called "intelligent" because we are more educated. Well it's
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all a lie. We are most intelligent when we are ignorant of reality. This
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may seem hypocritical, but ponder this for a moment:
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When we first enter schooling, we know and learn about a handful of
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people our age. We are told about the vast number of people out there, but
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we don't understand the importance of it; we are ignorant, lost in our own
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self being. We enter junior high and the people we know grow threefold. Yet
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we are still so caught up in the petty problems we go through day by day to
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question our existense. Then a child hits high school; The reality check of
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education. Chances are you are like me, and only even know one-fourth of the
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population of the school. The rest are just "Faces in the Halls". Only 25%
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of the school even KNOWS me! Then, you graduate high school. Most will live
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on without acknowledging their igsignifigance, but a mere few, like me, will
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realize that it is all but too late for us. After high school, only a couple
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of your closest friends will remember of your existense. (without the help
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of yearbooks, that is. My defination of a yearbook - An item consisting of
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many memories that will not benefit a person in the slightest in the future).
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Finally, the end nears. You enter "The Real World". A place where you are
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more of a slave to society, to the machine, than a person. Maybe you prolong
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your trip to this lifetime of agony by going to college. You are simply
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paying the piper to prolong your innocense. Then, when you are upon the gates
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of the real world, where you can see the daemons scratching away at your
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cloths to get to your checkbook, you will finally truely realize something;
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You are just a speck of dust on a table, with vaccuums approaching from every
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direction, attempting to suck you up. There will be no place to run to now...
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You cannot hide from it... Your mother's wing which used to shelter you has
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been twister, broken, and ripped out by the daemons that drool while gazing
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at you this moment... All you can do is carry on, as the bleeding from the
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claw marks dull your thoughts, as the manical laughter echoes trhough your
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head, as the head arises from the ground. Nothing can save you now... only
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one thing has stalled you from arriving at this fate; Hope. Alas, hope is an
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ignorant virtue, and can only be held by those with childish minds... you are
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the intellectual, the elite... and look what it has brought you!
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<EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD> [MiLK] Information <20><><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>
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Sites:
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Barney's Pleasure Palace -7o8- 965.3o98 -World Headquarters-
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Mech World -7o8- 757.o116 -South Side DiSt-
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The Acropolis -7o8- 557.2826 -WeSt Side DiSt-
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Lunitic Phringe -7o8- 232.o565 -Chat DiSt-
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Member LiSt:
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James Hetfield Nyarlathotep Epic
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Mendeleev Medicine Man Plaid Wilderbeast
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Black Justice Igor Shimsky Stash
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File Number 022
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File Size 4149 Bytes
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