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...presents... The Coming of Angels
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by Obscure Images
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>>> a cDc publication.......1990 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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It was raining again. It always seemed to be raining those days. The
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stinging of the raindrops on my bare skin had long since become just another
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minor annoyance. My boots were smoking from the acid puddles when I walked
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into the etched grey building.
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The door swung open at the touch of my hand. I walked into the dimly
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lit foyer and stopped for a moment while my eyes adjusted to the lack of light.
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There are times that I wished that my eyes would quit adjusting - to quit
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looking. The lobby would have been dressed in a victorian fashion had it not
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been for the passage of time. The carpeting which had been a rich thick red
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had become a matted brown color, much like the color of dried blood.
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One glance at the occupants of the lobby was more then I cared for. I
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walked across the floor to the elevators. At least the elevators still worked,
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though nothing else around here seems to. The lights in the elevator were out,
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all except the glowing numbers that illuminated the elevator in a murky
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crimson.
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The 23rd floor came up fast. Being the only one on the elevator, I
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felt relieved. Sharing an elevator with someone usually ended in a fatality.
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The doors slid open, revealing the 23rd floor. I walked down the familiar
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hallway, stepping over the body of my junkie neighbor, who had apparently shot
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up for the last time. She left her apartment door open, so I casually glanced
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in both directions and snuck inside. I searched the room for something with
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any value at all, but there was nothing. I suppose that I should have known,
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her being a junkie and all, but you never knew anymore. At least I got the new
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TV Guide.
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I walked into my apartment after having unsealed the lock and turned
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off the security systems. The climate control kept the small apartment warm
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and dry, the way I like it. I carefully removed my outdoor clothing and put
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them in the cleaning closet, can't take too many chances with the acid. The
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television clicked on as I sat down in the old easy chair I found in an antique
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shop several years ago. There was nothing of interest on the tv, so I told it
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to turn off- it refused. Having been completely pissed off by the latest in
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consumer electronics, I stood up, ran across the room, and kicked a hole in the
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screen. That took care of the video, but for some reason the audio kept
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playing so I kicked it again, finally destroying it.
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The smoke dissipated as time lurched forward, silence had been achieved
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for the first time in the day. It was a strange feeling, the feeling of
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nothingness. The feeling always passes, however as the ears adjust to the
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myriad sounds of silence. The floor was as good of a resting place as anywhere
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in this place. The thud as my body hit the floor was heard by no one, the
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decay had begun.
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The world is swarming with inventions of every kind. The rate of
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technological improvement is beginning to slow down. The innovations of the
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past are not all that easy to come by anymore. The universe regulates the flow
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of information, too much information and the universe hides her secrets from
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you. It has been argued that the slow down in the acquisition of new data is
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good, gives us time to think about what we already know. I don't think so. I
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think that something should be learned from everything. The world is gone.
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All that is left is us. We are dying everyday. We can't seduce anymore tricks
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from Mother Nature, we've done nothing of lasting value.
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When the dancing of angels finally comes to rest, and the divine
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beauties remove their toe-shoes, the blackness returns to fill the room. The
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brightness of the event loses intensity as they return to their gilded towers.
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That is where we are, we are in the aftermath of angels. The stunning
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brightness that was mankind draws to a close. Unlike the angels, however,
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mankind does not gracefully make its exit. The angels knew. The time had come
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for them to leave and they did. We cling like children to the fantasy of
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reality. There is none. What a fucking crude lot we are.
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The time for the decay was here. The synapses grew apart, the dna fed
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upon itself. It is the worm that turns, the quiet revolt of the body. It is
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not to be feared, as I was later to find out, but to be embraced.
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In pain there is understanding. The spiritual realization can only
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come through intense agony. There is no escaping it. On the day I died I was
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also born. I became what I never thought I could be. There were many others
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with me, a minuscule number compared to the whole of the population. There is
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a natural weeding out in cases like this, I suppose.
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We watched from afar the comings and goings of our former race. We
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could see the fleshhooks of chaos dig into the flesh of the people. We could
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taste the pain of loved ones dying. When the time came, not very long after
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the beginning, we stole the dying breath of our people. The others began their
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ascent to the new lands, I could not. The last of my kind exited this
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universe and the gateway was closed.
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I was alone. I could feel nothing but the cold emptiness of the vacuum
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embracing me. A tear was dropped from my eye as I wondered why I could not
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leave with my brothers and sisters. The tear floated away, blossoming into the
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seed of a new people, a people unlike the rest. I watched as they crawled from
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their wombs; I nurtured them until they could stand alone. I realized then why
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I was left behind. I am angel... no... I am God.
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"And When You Tell Lies An Angel Dies"
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-Severed Heads
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_ _ _____________________________________________________________________
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/((___))\|The Dead Zone........214/522-5321 Demon Roach Undrgrnd..806/794-4362
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[ x x ] |NIHILISM.............415/285-9453 The People Farm.......916/673-8412
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\ / |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194 The Bombay............714/897-0412
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(' ') |Lunatic Labs.........213/655-0691 The Works.............617/861-8976
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(U) |=====================================================================
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.ooM |(c)1990 cDc communications by Obscure Images. 5/8-05/17/90-#136
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away.
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