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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(' ') (' ')
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(U) (U)
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A Tale of Two Sexes
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by Swamp Rat
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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The sun was setting on the small American home. Its occupants were
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the typical nuclear family consisting of a married couple, their two kids, and
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a dog. Inside the household, a lone television sportscaster announced the
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college football scores for that Sunday afternoon in nasal tones. The TV sat
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crouched under countless outdated TV Guide s, which lay scattered across
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its dusty, simulated-woodgrain top. The ever-popular excuse for not throwing
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these away was that, "The crosswords are educational, you know?" Across
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several feet of worn, brown carpet stooped the head of the household, the
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father. Much like the television set, he had not moved significantly in years
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from the set patterns in his weekly cycle of life. There he sat, weekend after
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weekend, in the same position on an old burgundy-red couch. His favorite spot,
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the rightmost position on the sofa's pillows, sagged downward from years of his
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weight. Creaks groaned from the furniture's wood frame when he sat down or
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stood up, as did his middle-aged bones. Physically, he appeared to be older
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than he actually was. Years of smoking, "Maybe I should quit... but real men
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smoke," had cut his once-powerful voice to a harsh rasp. A bulge in his
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stomach sagged from beneath his beer-stained undershirt and spilled over the
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top of his belt, like a roll of dough. Years of heavy beer (and not much else)
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drinking had bloated his once-strong body with neglect. As he poked at the
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television's remote control every few seconds, searching for another game, he
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called to his son.
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"Roy... come here, boy. I got a surprise for you." The aging man
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cleared the seat on the couch next to his from its large chrome-plated ashtray,
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overflowing with cigarette butts. Several of the burnt cigarette remains fell
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from the container. These he brushed onto the floor with a pudgy hand.
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"What is it, Pa?" asked his young son, bounding into the room with the
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energy of youth. As the boy took a seat beside him, the man thought for a
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moment of his children. He and his wife, Elizabeth, had managed to squeeze out
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a couple of puppies, a boy and a girl. Looking into his son's eyes, he
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remembered that somehow, things were different those ten-odd years ago. The
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young couple had waited for children until they had a place of their own, a
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house. His mind raced back to their anniversary, the one they spent at that
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little cabin in the mountains. It was the last anniversary before the kids
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came. God, she was so beautiful... her soft skin, flowing blonde hair, and coy
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smile would send his pulse racing and his body would actually shiver. But,
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that was a long time ago. And, things were different now.
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Roy bumped into is father as he hopped into the seat beside the man,
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bringing him back from his memories.
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"Liz," he called, turning to his wife, "fetch me a beer, darlin'!"
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Elizabeth was in the corner of the drab living room, standing over an ironing
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board. She was visibly the opposite of her husband, though the same in their
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decline. Where Dennis had too much fat, Elizabeth had too little. Her hands
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had become thin, with sharply exposed blue veins due to countless hours spent
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scrubbing at the household's grime. Her once soft, supple skin had become dry
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and thinly stretched across her frail body. Growing bags of skin had formed
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beneath her eyes due to the many sleepless nights at the kitchen table, paying
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bills and trying to help the kids with their homework. Deep wrinkles had
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etched their way into her forehead, tell tale signs of her worry. There was so
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much to worry about... the money problems, the growing kids, and most of all,
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the loneliness. Dennis was a good man, she thought, but somehow being married
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to him wasn't as she thought it would be when she was younger. He just
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wouldn't talk to her anymore. She had tried so many times to talk to him...
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just to talk as they had before their marriage and during the earlier years.
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But now, it wasn't the same. Every attempt at a heartfelt talk was replied
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with a request for beer, or food, or the paper, or that damn remote control.
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He was so set in his ways, she sighed. Once, she had even dared to ask him for
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help with the housework. Well! That was quickly settled. "I work my ass off
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all day so you can live a fine life here, loafing around the house all day!
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You can sure as hell do your part, too!" He had yelled his reply furiously,
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and then slumped back down onto the sofa with a huff to watch the news on TV.
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She had considered getting a job, but knew she would be met with the same
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response. Divorce had also crossed her mind more than once, but at her age she
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doubted that the singles' bar meat racks were for her. And, there were the
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kids to consider. She cried often.
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"Liz! The fridge! Get me a beer!" Dennis yelled louder. Elizabeth
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sighed, set the iron on end on the board, and headed for the kitchen. She
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returned a few seconds later with a can of beer, wordlessly handed it to her
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husband, and returned to her ironing.
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"Here ya go, son. Your first beer, drink up!" urged the boy's father
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to his smiling son.
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"Dennis! But he's too young! You'll stunt his growth or something!"
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the woman squealed from her corner.
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"Bullshit! It'll put some hair on his chest. Now drink up! Yeah,
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that's it. Yep... you're gonna grow up to be just like your old man, aren't
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you, Roy? Would you like that? You listen to your daddy and you can grow up
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to be just like me."
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Elizabeth screamed.
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_______________________________________________________________________________
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Behavior Modification.....806/793-9462 The Dead Zone.............214/522-5321
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Demon Roach Underground...806/794-4362 Dragonfire Private........609/424-2606
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Question Authority........715/341-6516 Pure Nihilism.............517/337-7319
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Tequila Willy's...........209/526-3194 The Metal AE..............201/879-6668
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===============================================================================
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(c)1988 cDc communications by Swamp Rat 11/24/88-87
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All Rights Worth Shit
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