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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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(U) (U)
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BOVINE DEATH
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by The Raver
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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...Just when you thought you'd read all you could handle...
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John woke up. It was always a hard thing for him to do. Groggily he
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pulled the covers back and sat up. He rubbed his puffy eyes and looked at the
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clock. Squinting to read the time, the clock said 7:15. He dragged himself
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out of the bed. He had a long, hard day ahead of him....
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After breakfast he slipped into his denim coveralls and donned his
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"CAT" hat. John was, by trade, a rancher. But he supplemented his meager
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earnings by slaughtering his livestock so that he could sell the cold meat to
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Winn Dixie. With a sigh, John headed out to kill some cows.
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When he got to the cattle pen he noticed an unusual thing. All of
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the cows were crowded around one, exceptionally big cow. John stared in
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amazement at the cow. She was, as I have said, quite a bit larger then the
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other cows that thronged about her. John thought to himself that this fine
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bovine specimen would bring him quite a bit of cash. So naturally, he
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gathered up some of his hands and together they herded her into the slaughter-
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house. While they did this they were continually plagued by the mooing of
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the other cows.
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Finally when they had her in one of the slaughter pens, John dismissed
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all of the hands so that they could attend to their other various and sundry
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chores. John climbed up on the railings, dragging his trusty sledgehammer with
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him. The head, covered with dried blood, was nicknamed "Cowbane" by John. He
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then hopped over into the pen and petted the great cow to calm her. He then
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hefted mighty "Cowbane". As the hammer rested high in the air, the cow mooed
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very softly. The hammer came roaring downwards with a force that John knew
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could not be shrugged off by any creature. The hammer impacted on the cow's
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skull and splinters of bone shot forth in every direction. Blood spurted out
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into the air in the dim light of the slaughterhouse. Gore and brain tissue
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welled forth from the gaping cow. John nearly fell down when the cow turned
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her head to him and mooed again. John stifled a yelp and brought the hammer of
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death down again. More blood shot forth, covering him with a sticky crimson.
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Again the cow mooed. John brought the hammer down again... and again....
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The cow hit the ground with a heavy thud. By the time John was sure
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that the cow was dead he let the hammer fall to his feet with a groan. He
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wiped the gore off of his hands. As he shakily lit a Marlboro he heard a faint
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mooing sound. He looked down at the cow. John staggered back, the lit
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cigarette falling to the hay-covered floor. The cow twitched and began to lift
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her great mass to her feet. It was a gruesome sight. The cow's head was
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gaping with bloody holes and blood and tissue dripped from it. John screamed.
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A single moo erupted from the cow's torn and bloody maw. John fell against the
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railing, sweating profusely. From out in the cattle pen, John heard many moos
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and the sound of shuffling hooves. The great cow mooed again and impaled John
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in the stomach with part of her exposed spinal column. John screamed again.
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Blood flowed. The cow gored John with vigorous intensity. The sound of mooing
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filled the air. At last, the cow removed herself from John and he slid to the
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floor.
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There was a slight crackling sound and a small column of smoke rose
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forth from where John had earlier dropped his Marlboro. A patch of flame
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appeared and danced in the dim light. The cow struck John in the face with one
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of her front hooves. The sound of cracking bones accompanied the gurgling
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sounds of flowing blood. The cow mooed. The flames roared forth.
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(c)1988 cDc communications by The Raver 3/27/88-61
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All Rights Worth Shit
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