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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[The Open Road Towards The Future] [ By The GNN ]
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"THE OPEN ROAD TOWARDS THE FUTURE"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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"The sunlight on the garden
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hardens and grows cold,
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we cannot cage the minute
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within its nets of gold,
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when all is told
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we cannot beg for pardon"
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(from The Sunlight in the Garden by Louis Macneice)
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The lights from the apartments in the buildings around me shined like
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small signs without messages. It was a warm summer night. The cigarette
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between my fingers made a familiar pleasant smell and I felt that the
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future was in front of me. Sounds from the city, vehicles and sirens,
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could be heard in the distance. I saw my own shadow on the ground in front
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of me. In a moment of weakness, maybe caused by the fear of the future, I
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decided that this was the last time I would ever smoke again.
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Yes, absolutely the last cigarette. I dropped it to the ground and
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crushed it with my shoe.
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A moment later, that van drove past me. I would have quickly forgotten
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all about it, if not someone had stuck out a twelve-gauge through the side
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window and fired a shot against me. My body was thrown to the pavement. I
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was hit. I saw the blood pour out of me. A red puddle began to get bigger
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and bigger around me.
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I do not want to die, I thought. The open road lies ahead of me. I
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cannot leave it now. I am only twenty years old.
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I felt no pain - only a strange feeling of emptiness. The hard ground
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fought against me as I crawled towards the entrance to the building where I
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lived. Music from MTV raged in a window at the second floor. By some
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reason, I knew that it would be no idea to scream for help. They would not
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hear me.
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The door was locked. Of course. I fumbled for my keys. Deep down in my
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pocket, below the packet of cigarettes, I found them and managed to open
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the door. Inside, I collapsed on the floor and passed out. Only for a
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few seconds, thankfully.
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I had to crawl up the stairs to get to the closest apartment. From my
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point of view, on the floor, the door bell seemed to be placed in the
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ceiling. I could not reach it and there was no idea to stand up. My
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knuckles were not mine any more. I could not feel them as I banged them
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against the cold door.
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- Open the door, I whispered and saw a drop of blood fall from my lips.
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The familiar voice shouted at me.
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- Get lost, you fucking drunk!
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- Help me, I said with a weak voice.
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He heard me. The door opened, but not in a friendly manner. The hard
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steel door was thrown into my face. Something exploded inside my nose.
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Then the door closed. I was alone again.
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My flat was placed in the end of a long corridor, two storeys up. It
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took me five minutes, but I made my way to it. I left a long stream of
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warm red blood after me. Tomorrow, someone would probably get really
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pissed off.
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- High West police department, how can we help you?
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- I...
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- I cannot hear you. Please, speak louder.
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- My name is Leonard Reagan. I have been wounded by a gun shot. I need
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help fast. This...
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I never had the chance to end my sentence.
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- Your name is Leonard Reagan. You have been wounded. You need help
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fast. Is this correct?
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It was hard to speak. The handset was now covered with blood.
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- Correct.
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- Your message will be passed on, as soon as we have any staff available.
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The electronic telephone service have been at your service. Have...
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- ...a nice day.
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The room twisted around me. It was hard to concentrate. Very hard. My
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fingers fumbled on the phone.
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- Saint Jonathan's hospital, please hold on! said a female voice in the
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end of the telephone line.
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I waited for an eternity on my living room floor.
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- Yes?
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- I am dying. I am shot. I live at...
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- What is your insurance number?
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Good question.
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- I have none at this hospital. I have just moved to this city and...
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- Please give me your address.
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She sounded eager. Despite the pain that now had begun to grow inside me
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like a monster from the dark closet, I managed to tell her everything she
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needed to know.
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- Thank you. I will mail you the necessary papers you need to get a
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complete insurance. Have a nice day.
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- Thanks, I said before she hung up.
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Where is that youth? Where is that gold? The open road lies ahead of
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me. I want to live, I want to see the future. I want to make history.
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Where is that gold? The concrete cannot trap a free soul, like no building
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can catch a bird. The bird flies above us, watching all our steps. Then
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it is thrown to the high skies with the help from a strong wind. Try your
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wings. Fly to the sky and look down on the people below you. Watch them
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walk the paths of the old generation. But do not fall down. You will be
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trapped. You are safe as long as you fly high above them. Let your
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passions rule. Search for the gold. Join the playground. There is no
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second chance, if you waste it - you will never see it again. Catch the day
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and live for the sake of living. The free bird does not question anything,
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it only plays the game. It does not have to find the youth nor the gold.
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The bird is always free and so are you. But first, you have to make
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yourself free. Fight your way to that freedom. No obstacle is impossible
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to conquer.
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I sucked on life, like if it had been a sweet bar of candy. Now I only
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taste the bitterness. Stay away from the bitterness.
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Where is that gold?
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Search, but no not fall down from the sky.
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I called my mother but only an answering machine was at home.
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- Bye mom, I said.
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The happy science believes that they got all the answers.
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Poor bastards! Call THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu +46-18-252339.
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The new young rich.
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uXu #123 Underground eXperts United 1993 uXu #123
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Call DEMON ROACH UNDERGROUND -> +1-806-794-4362
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