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...presents... Life Lost; Prosperity Gained
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by Suicidal Maniac
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>>> a cDc publication.......1991 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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Being your regular shithead, I have a few things to say.... Listen and
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learn....
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This file is dedicated to a certain ex-girlfriend of mine that thinks she can
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understand every move I make and predict my next move. You know me less than
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you could ever begin to imagine.
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He who shit in road find flies upon his return....
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Meaning, it all comes back to you. Think about it.
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September 19, 1990....
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Dave comes home to his loving family of three kids, and his pregnant
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wife. Mom's cooking dinner, what more could a guy ask for, a wife to
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wait on you and raise your children...
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September 20, 1990....
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Bad day at work, Dave's a little upset. Business didn't go well...
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Mom's doing her Lamaze breathing in the living room and the kids are
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running all over the house screaming at the top of their lungs. Dave
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just needs to get away from it all...
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September 21, 1990....
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Dave's boss got on his ass about the hell that took place the day
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before. Dave's got a headache from here to Japan screaming for
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Excederin... Dave enters the house, his wife is watching TV with 2 of
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the kids, watching Sesame Street. He told them the night before he
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wanted to catch the game. Why do they have fucking Sesame Street on?
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Dave takes the remote control and changes to the game. This sets his
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kids off...
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"Daddy, turn Sesame Street back on..."
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Of course, the bitch takes their side.....
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"Honey, have a little consideration for the others in the family. Now
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turn Sesame Street back on..."
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Dave leaves and goes to his room to possibly catch a little rest.
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September 22, 1990...
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Dave feels a sharp pain in his stomach and does not feel like going to
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work, but knows after the way things have been he had better. Work
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was the same shit, just a different day.
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He comes home to find his wife waiting for him. He asks her why she
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is all dressed up.
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"Don't you remember, honey, we were going to look for things to
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decorate the baby's room with."
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"What about the kids?"
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"Well, I figured we'd take them along."
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"Are you nuts, female? Take three kids, 3, 6, and 9 to the mall?"
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"Don't discredit me just because we can't find a sitter."
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"The reason we can't find a sitter is because you can't raise these
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things we call children to act somewhat civilized."
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"Oh, and exactly what help have you been, sir? You spend all your
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time at work, and never have time to spend with the kids."
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"What the hell do you think puts the food on the table?"
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Dave and his wife run off in opposite directions.
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September 23, 1990...
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Dave has decided that he can no longer take the stress that his family
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causes him. He must take action immediately. Dave brew up a plan to
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make his life somewhat more bearable...
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September 30, 1990...
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Dave's hate for his family has grown more immense every day he has to
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spend with them. He is filing off the edges of his plan and collecting
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his equipment that he will need for the bastard plot he has organized,
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under the deck in the back yard. He's stamped a date on his rebellion
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seeing the time of year, he found October 31st to be quite fitting.
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October 29, 1990...
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Dave just barely drug himself through this past month with his family.
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He's getting high a lot now to take his mind off of all the hate. He
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agrees with his wife to take the kids trick or treating since she is
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getting along with her pregnancy and should probably be off of her
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feet.
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October 31, 1990...
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Dave slips into his Freddy Krueger costume and assembles the kids in
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the living room. They leave. He tells them that he needs them to walk
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around back with him and get something. They follow his luring trap...
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He leads them to the deck where he has his little toys assembled. Dave
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draggs out the three ball gags and forces them onto the children. The
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children have a look of horror in their eyes as they see their father
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reach for some hedge clippers. The blades of the hedge clippers have a
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glisten to them, one that resembles that of a fresh scalpel. It was
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obvious Dave was finally putting that grinding wheel, he got for his
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birthday, to use. He decides that he should terminate the 9 year old
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first, as he would be the most capable of escaping. He opens the shears
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on the hedge clippers and moves them so that his son's skinny leg is
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between the shears. He squeezes with a little force and asks his son if
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it hurts. His son's screams are muffled by the ball gag, but the look of
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terror in his tear-flushed eyes has become even greater. He squeezes with
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all his force and feels the blood gushing out of his son's leg as it spurts
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onto his hands.
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He decides that he shouldn't make his son suffer too long so he places
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his son's neck between the shears and in one quick motion decapitates
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his son. The blood on the glimmering sheers beads up and then runs off
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the blades.
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Next in line is the 6 year old. He has saved him something special,
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the kitchen knife that almost claimed his son's life in an accident
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two years ago. Dave felt that even an inanimate object deserves a
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second chance.
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He approaches his son whom he has tied to a support rod for the deck.
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His son sees the look of madness in his father's eyes and quickly begins
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to jerk about. Dave approaches his son and presses the sharp end of the
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knife just barely hard enough onto his sons face to draw blood. His son
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is shivering now and seems to be in a state of shock. Dave feels sorry for
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him, so he puts the point of the knife to his son's chest, and with his
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palm pushes from the end of the handle until the tip of the knife shoves
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its way through his son's ribcage. His son had amazed Dave at how long it
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actually took him to die. He lay there, looking at his father, a look of
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wonder. Then, his breathing slows, and finally comes to a halt. He is
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mortified.
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One more left. He looks at his 3 year old daughter, who has a look of
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confusion in her eyes. Dave's aware she has no idea of what is happening
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and, with a little consideration, decides to take mercy on her. With one
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quick lash, Dave decapitates his daughter. Dave picks up his daughter's
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head and runs around to the front door. Dave rings the bell and hides in
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the bushes. His wife answers the door and looks for the trick or treaters.
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She couldn't find any, so with a look of confusion, she steps out onto the
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porch.
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Dave says in a childish voice, "Trick or treat."
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His wife says, "Where are you?"
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Dave rolls his daughter's head across the sidewalk in front of the
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front porch to their house. His wife screams in terror. Dave gets up
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from behind the bushes, and pulls his wife into the house muffling her
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screams with his hand. He pulls her into the entryway and then starts a
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sawing motion on his wife's throat with the kitchen knife. He wants to
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make her death a slow and painful one as she has brought all the grief
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and hate that has taken over his mind and life. He removes the knife from
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her throat and proceeds to slice one of her breasts off. He grabs some
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string off of the shelf next to him and ties her breast, freshly sliced,
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over her mouth to act as a gag (this one's new).
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He then takes the knife and cuts a deep incision into her impregnated
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stomach. He reaches in with his hands and pulls out his baby. Whispering
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to his wife,
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"IT'S A GIRL... AREN'T WE LUCKY..."
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With a quick stab to her temple, the blade penetrates her protective
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skull and her life drifts off.
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Dave sat for hours hunched over in the corner, thinking, thinking of a
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farm. How the crops grow every season, in the same cycle, nothing ever
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changes.
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Dave is now living in a nice white room with padded walls. He's
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wearing a beautiful white jacket. Dave never realized how beautiful a
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color white is. With all of the different colors we see in life, we
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never stop to appreciate any single one. Sometimes life can swallow us
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up with those little unnoticeable details.
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Epilogue:
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I'm more than sick, I'm disgusting...
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-Suicidal Maniac (that's me), 6/26/91
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_ _ ____________________________________________________________________
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/((___))\|Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362|NIHILISM..............517/546-0585|
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[ x x ] |Paisley Pasture......916/673-8412|Ripco II..............312/528-5020|
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\ / |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194|The Works.............617/861-8976|
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(' ') |Lunatic Labs.........213/655-0691|Condemned Reality.....618/397-7702|
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.ooM |Copr. 1991 cDc communications by Suicidal Maniac 07/20/91-#181|
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away. FIVE YEARS of cDc|
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