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...presents... Yet Another Suicide
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by The Mad Hatter
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>>> a cDc publication.......1993 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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|____digital_media____digital_culture____digital_media____digital_culture____|
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There he sat. For quite awhile, all he did was sit and stare at the
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wall. Funny the texture and shapes the drywall patterns made. "What's wrong
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with me?" he thought. The man had done some pretty stupid things in his life.
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Sure, there were many things that he had done that shouldn't have won him a
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Nobel Prize, but he still didn't understand why he felt this way. For the past
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five years it had become worse. Tears dripped off his cheeks and turned the
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dust on the floor into mud. It had taken over his soul. Like a virus, it
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crept up his body from the pit of his stomach and spread through his body until
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every cell was vomiting rancid bile. The taste burned his tongue. He threw up
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again.
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A feeling of vertigo overtook him and suddenly he was in the air. Below,
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the whole world spread out. Flying over a home wherever he was, he heard a
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scream. It sounded like a little girl. The man morphed through the wall and
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saw what looked like a ten year old girl, her bed squeaking under her screams
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as what appeared by her hair color to be her father thrust deeper and deeper.
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Sickened, he tried to strike the man but was unable to. His hand passed right
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through. The taste burned his tongue. Visibly shaken, he flew out through the
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ceiling. A few blocks from where he once was, five bums were yelling and
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fighting back and forth. Nearing them, he realized that the object of their
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attention and greed is a rat one of them had caught. Wildly and with great
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vigor they grabbed and pawed at the rat. One of them happend to grab a leg,
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blood spilling from the wound as he ran away gnawing voraciously. Suddenly,
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the owner of the rodent broke free and splashed through the puddles down the
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alley, tipping a trash can over and rousting a flock of pigeons. The man
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floated there and stared in wonder at what he had just seen. Were these people
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able to help themselves? Could it be that they didn't like their lives but
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without permanent addresses or clean clothes were unable to escape their
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poverty and grotesque existence? The taste burned his tongue. He flew over
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the ocean for a short time and suddenly appeared over a sprawling, metropolis
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of a city. Standing in another alley he watched as a couple walked through
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him. She leaned backward with her back to the wall of a building and pulled
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up her skirt. The male unzipped his fly and wildly pumped his groin into the
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woman for a couple of minutes, groaned and backed away. As he zipped up his
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fly he handed the woman twenty dollars and walked off. The woman tucked the
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money into her cleavage, smoothed down her skirt, fluffed her hair and walked
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back out onto the sidewalk, waiting for another customer. The depravity. Did
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this woman have no other choice than to sell her body in such a degrading way?
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Most women at least get dinner or a movie before getting used as an object for
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some man's two minute pleasure. What was going to happen to this woman when
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the makeup didn't hide her age and her breasts were not as firm? The taste
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burned his tongue. The man flew fast. He flew over a desert. Thousands of
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people wandered aimlessly. Closer, he realized that their stomachs were
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protruding grotesquely because of malnutrition and starvation.
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"My God!", he exclaimed. "How can humanity let this happen?" He morphed
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through a tent and saw a gaunt, obviously starving African couple fornicating.
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Why are these two doing this when they cannot feed the children they have?
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Where is the birth control at least? Would it not be better to let the sick
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die and provide birth control to the survivors? Wondering if these people
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realize what they do, his foot passed through a baby child laying on the hot
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sand. He reached down to try and swipe the flies off the eyes of the screaming
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child, but his hand passed right through. The taste burned his tongue. In
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disgust, the man concentrated intensely, his face contorted in effort. He
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arrived back in his room. What could he do about everything he had just seen?
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He was powerless. Should he just sit idle like the masses, or could he make a
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difference? No, he felt it was hopeless. The man started thinking about his
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own life. What had he accomplished in his life? Where was he? Nowhere.
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Would he ever be where he wanted to be? He sat and pondered the things he had
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done to this point. He was stuck in the proverbial rut like many other people
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he knew. Worry, about relationships, money, family, and other tribulations of
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atypical life. Oh his family, and people he knew! If only a person could go
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back. My God, the people he had hurt. Crushed, injured and ground between his
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fingers because they got in his way. He was different now, much calmer. No,
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you can't go back. Too bad his life has been such a sham. He sat for a long
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while and wondered if he'll ever get where he wants to be or if his life is any
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better than the people he's seen. He thinks not. His finger twitched for just
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a second. There was a brief sensation of intense pain as the bullet entered
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the roof of his mouth. Then, only blackness. Nobody cared anyway....
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.ooM |Copr. 1993 cDc communications by The Mad Hatter 12/30/93-#249|
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\_______/| Save yourself! Go outside! DO SOMETHING! |
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