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| | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | |
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...presents... Sanctified
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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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______________________________________________________________________________
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The car rolled slowly down the twilit street as if trying to not wake
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anyone up. The driver of the car, breathing in the cold sludgelike air,
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struggled to remain conscious long enough to make it home. A tingling feeling
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was beginning to develop at the base of his spine, ignored by the driver as he
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lurched on down the street.
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Jason finally allowed himself a yawn as he pulled into a parking spot
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in front of his apartment building. The building looked vaguely menacing in
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the murky light that was beginning to batter its way through the smog. Another
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long night, not much like the rest, or at least that is what he guessed. A
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failing of his was that he was never able to remember what he did the night
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before anymore. The trials and tri bulations of a drunkard, he thought as he
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trudged up the stairs, his head thumping in rhythm with his feet.
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After fumbling for the locks on the door, Jason took off his ragged
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wool long coat and threw it on the floor. Being nearly as dirty as the floor,
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the coat blended in with its surroundings very well. In the kitchen area,
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Jason poured himself a glass of water and popped a couple of sleeping pills
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into his mouth. Setting down the glass, he tripped his way across the room to
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his bed.
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Sleep comes quickly to Jason's exhausted systems. The world moves in
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high speed, he is in a state of timelessness. The dreams are there, they are
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always there, but the mixture of exhaustion and drugs keep them at bay. The
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sun moves across the sky, baking the earth as it moves farther across the
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heavens. It passes the horizon on the other side leaving a fleeting warmth
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that lasts for a few hours after its departure. As the chill begins to wrap
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its fingers around the city once again, Jason turns over and wakes up.
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The same old grind. No working, no real need to, the old man is paying
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for nearly everything. He hasn't seen his father for more than a year now, his
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father being too scared to venture into Jason's domain. It wasn't that they
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didn't get along, Jason liked his father a lot, but they were just incapable of
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interaction.
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Refreshed from the extended rest, Jason flips on the television to see
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what is there. Thank god for cable television, there is always something on to
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catch the eye. Of course, watching the television was supposed to be bad for
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you, but who believes that shit anyway.
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The television twitters on, but the details are ignored. The TV never
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sleeps, it is always there to keep someone company. Jason crosses the room and
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scavenges through the cabinets in search of something to eat; finding nothing,
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he makes a note to go get some food later. Moments after the note appeared, it
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disappeared, not to reappear for months.
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Laying down on his bed, Jason tries to relax, letting the flickering
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love of the television bathe him. After a few minutes he falls asleep again, a
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light and easy slumber, but yet deep enough to dream. The buffers of the
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earlier sleep are gone; without interference they enter his dreams.
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Colors burst inside Jason's head, the beings were there. Escape was
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impossible once they're inside, so he decided to try and ride their stay out.
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The light was blinding, there were reflections off of everything. For a moment
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the intensity increased, causing Jason to writhe in pain, then the light dimmed
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to a tolerable level.
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He was in a field of silver flowers and silk butterflies, the trees
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were shining golden in the distance. The beauty was overwhelming, a paradise
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beyond in comparison to any place that Jason had ever been before. In front of
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him, some 25 meters away was an amazingly black platform with intricate gold
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lettering on it. The lettering was indecipherable, in some cryptic language
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that one such as he would not know. For some reason the impulse to sit down
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pulled him to the ground.
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He waited for what seemed like hours, not being allowed to move from
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his spot. His crossed legs went from normal to the needling pain of falling
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asleep, to numbness, and ending at a pulsating warmth that exuded pleasure
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throughout Jason's body. At the same time his eyes were pulled again to the
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lettering on the pedestal. The warmth in his legs flowed through his body and
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into his eyes. The letters began to melt, squirming around as if they were
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alive. A pattern was forming, and soon the letters reformed into words that
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Jason could understand.
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"To be at one with the universe one must first be cleansed," were the
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words that were formed by Jason's lips upon seeing the gold against the
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blackness. With the last syllable dying in the air, Jason's body, still
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folded in a sitting position, floated off the ground and moved to a stationary
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point several inches above the pedestal.
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The scenery fadeed into blackness; all that existed was the pedestal
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and himself. A golden glow enveloped him, and 5 fiery golden apples began to
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slowly orbit him. Jason's lips moved again uttering these words, "The
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cleansing is now." The apples moved faster and lost their shape,
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transformed into looking simply like balls of fire. Faster and faster the
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shapes began to orbit closer to his body, and when it seemed that there was no
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more speed to be gathered, the apples turned inward and slammed into his body.
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There was a terrific flash of light with the now erect form of Jason flailing
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in the middle of it.
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The pain was intense; it felt as if he were being shredded apart
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molecule by molecule, which wasn't very far from the truth. As the light grew
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brighter his appearance changed, skinny body replaced with a lightly muscled,
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completely healthy looking body. Of course this was only a form, one of many
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possibilities. Jason's brain was restructured, containing large amounts of
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information about his purpose.
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The light faded away and Jason passed out to dream uneventfully for a
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while longer and to recover. Waking up, the television is still flickering,
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some old kung fu movie is on. Surprisingly, Jason feels good, more alive than
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he had in a long time. Remembering his dream, he is shocked to find that the
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information he had acquired was still in there. He gets a glass of water and
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sits down in a chair to try and sort things out.
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His memories say that he is a special person, with a special code
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embedded in his genetic structure that make him the target of the beings. The
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beings, he finds out are not aliens who invade his dreams to frighten him; they
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are in reality others like him searching out their brothers. His job, he
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discovers, is to find a certain number of others like him, upon which point he
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will have earned his way into the Great City.
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The cleansing of outdated genetics made Jason a completely new person,
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with powers to hunt down and guide others through their cleansings. He seems
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to be virtually godlike. His memory tells of the Great City and the life that
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awaits him there, making his powers in this world seem insignificant. The
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initiation was necessary, however, for on the road to the Great City there are
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vast amounts of knowledge to be learned. When enough of the instructions of
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the elders are gathered, each piece to be delivered upon completion of
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initiation, one can move on to the Great City where the road ends and the true
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education begins.
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Jason completes several cleansings and begins to meet other of his
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brothers on the way to the Great City; he is excited to continue forward along
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the road. Hundreds of years pass by in a blur of existence, yet Jason has not
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attained the Great City. Time has a way of losing meaning after a while.
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Eventually the gates of the Great City are in sight, yet when he passes the
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gates into town he is shocked to find only one building. Nothing but a small
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wooden shack where he had seen grand towers. He enters the building and the
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guardian speaks to him, knowing the expression on his face from endless
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travelers before. "There is no Great City, you see. There is only the road."
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Jason looks at the guardian with disgust and says, "This is fucking
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pointless, this whole fucking existence is for nothing."
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The guardian smiles and replies, "You've learned the last lesson.
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You've traveled the long road of knowledge and finally came to the right
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conclusion. You've earned your passage, go on in." He points to a new door
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that appears in the back of the hut. Puzzled but curious, Jason walks through
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the doorway into the Great City. The guardian sighs as Jason closes the door.
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Another traveler walks in to the shack, and after a few words from the guardian
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walks back outside and down the endless road.
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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 ] |Grassroots...........619/460-3249|NIHILISM..............415/285-9453|
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\ / |The People Farm......916/673-8412|Tequila Willy's GSC...209/526-3194|
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(' ') |Lunatic Labs.........213/655-0691|The Works.............617/861-8976|
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.ooM |(c)1990 cDc communications by Obscure Images. 07/23/90-#145|
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away. |
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