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...presents... Dark Harvest
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by Sangfroid
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7/15/1998-#359
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__///////\ -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- /\\\\\\\__
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\\\\\\\/ Everything You Need Since 1986 \///////
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___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___
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|___heal_the_sick___raise_the_dead___cleanse_the_lepers___cast_out_demons___|
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I feel the need... But I'm not addicted.
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that's for them boys
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shooting the heroin in their arms...
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I just smoke up a few times a day
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is all.
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I scratch my dirty arm and
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laugh softly to myself as I watch
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the young boy walk up the
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sidewalk to his house.
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these strange kids wearing their black
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clothes and dying their hair black never cease to amaze me.
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don't they understand this is a violent neighborhood? in this
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jungle, the strong survive and the weak are broken. hrmph..
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well, one more step and he'll be up to his gate...
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I slowly walk up behind the boy, and call him by name.
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The boy turns to respond, sees it's me, his building's repairman, and
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gives me a timid smile.
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That's right, just a little job, your landlord sent me...
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The boy looks unsure, but lets me in the small carriage apartment
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anyway...
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I slowly reach down and grab the handle of my hammer...
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I see the spot I need, theArcOfTheSwingComesFull!...the
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claw of the hammer is buried in the boy's skull...the blood...SHIT!
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The blood! Must have really buried it deep...blood is spattering on me...
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The boy is still kickin', damn...
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Damn! I feel the need...must hurry...
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I knew I'd have to cover my ass, I heard
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some of the other customers at my dealer talkin' bout how they
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got rid of the last body they rolled.
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Tying the boy's now twitching arms behind his back,
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I grab the small mattress and box springs off of the bed,
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and drag it over the body.
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Can't get distracted, I know what I'm here for, grabbing my bag
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I fill it with the boy's large collection of music CDs, his watch,
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and some other trinkets I know the pawn shop can't trace.
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Oh! The bike, can't forget the bike...need transportation.
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That'll get me through the week, at least $500.00 worth of
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merchandise for the pawn shop..
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Now, for the finishing touches...gasoline on the mattress, my ever-
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present zippo...
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Off to the pawn shop...then the dealer, shit..gotta get the blood out of
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these pants.
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I'm not addicted.
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Sure, I'd seen William around New Orleans, but goths here are a dime a
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dozen. They wash in and out of town like Mardi Gras beads discarded by drunken tourists.
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See, William and I were 'virtual friends': we spoke more on IRC than when
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we would briefly meet out, or when passing on Decatur street.
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Last week someone decided William's life was worth 140 CDs, a watch,
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and a bicycle. After having his skull crushed with a hammer, his hands
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were bound behind his back, his mattress thrown over his dead body and set
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afire.
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The night before that animal took a claw hammer to William's skull,
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William asked me what making love to a woman was like.
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He had never been with a woman, never had a girlfriend, or felt the
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warmth of a woman's body in the morning lying next to him. I told him,
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"Ah, William, don't you worry yourself...you are young, you'll have plenty
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of time to get you some...relax, enjoy your youth while you can...don't be
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in a hurry."
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I think I'm going to go find a bottle of Bombay Sapphire.
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.-. _ _ .-.
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/ \ .-. ((___)) .-. / \
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/.ooM \ / \ .-. [ x x ] .-. / \ /.ooM \
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-/-------\-------/-----\-----/---\--\ /--/---\-----/-----\-------/-------\-
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/lucky 13\ / \ / `-(' ')-' \ / \ /lucky 13\
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\ / `-' (U) `-' \ /
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`-' the original e-zine `-' _
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Oooo eastside westside / ) __
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/)(\ ( \ WORLDWIDE / ( / \
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\__/ ) / Copyright (c) 1998 cDc communications and the author. \ ) \)(/
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(_/ CULT OF THE DEAD COW is a registered trademark of oooO
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cDc communications, PO Box 53011, Lubbock, TX, 79453, USA. _
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oooO All rights reserved. Edited by Omega __ ( \
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\ ( \__/ Save yourself! Go outside! Do something! \)(/ ( /
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\_) xXx BOW to the COW xXx Oooo
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http://www.cultdeadcow.com
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