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| | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | |
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...presents... The End
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by Obscure Images
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>>> a cDc publication.......1989 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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He threw off his worn leather jacket and threw it onto the floor, the
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chains clanging as they hit. He walked over to his turntable and put a Crass
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album into motion. He began to undress and get ready for bed. He toyed with
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the scars on his thin, pale forearm and then picked up his book. He read for a
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while until he was angry enough to set the book back down. He went over to his
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dresser to grab a different shirt, when he stopped to look in the mirror. He
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looked at his thin, muscular body with his hateful brown eyes. He ran his
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fingers through his large mohawk, causing his hair to fall in long ropelike
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clumps of hair. He looked at himself again, chuckled softly, and laid back
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down on the bed. "Defense! Shit! It's nothing less than war, and no one but
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the government knows what the fuck it's for!" There was a pounding on his door
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that he ignored. He picked up the book with one hand, and fingered the small
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automatic pistol resting underneath his pillow. His door burst open in a
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shower of splinters, and a pair of police officers rushed in.
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"Gerald Johnson, you are under arrest for crimes against the state,"
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said one of the officers.
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Gerald set the Bakunin book down and said, "Fuck you, pig." As he said
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the words his hand whipped from under the pillow, firing the gun at the police
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officers. The gun fired 6 times before it was silent. The police officers
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were crumpled on the floor amongst the trash. Gerald walked out of the room,
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leaving the Crass album to guide them to hell. "Do they owe us a living? Of
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course they do, of course they do. Do they owe us a living? Of course they
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fucking do!"
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_ _ _____________________________________________________________________
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/((___))\|The Convent..........619/475-6187 The Dead Zone.........214/522-5321
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[ x x ] |Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362 Greenpeace's IGB......916/673-8412
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\ / |PURE NIHILISM........517/337-7319 The Switchboard.......718/358-9209
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(' ') |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194 time centre...........312/377-0359
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(U) |=====================================================================
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.ooM |(c)1989 cDc communications by Obscure Images. 06/19/89-#108
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away.
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