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presents
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Fuck You Too: I Hate Your Guts
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Toxic File #49
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by Gross Genitalia
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Centre of Eternity 615.552.5747 HQ of Toxic Shock and The Esoteric Society
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-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-
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The following is no doubt a follow-up of "Fuck You". Fuck the world,
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it's too damned fascist and conformist. If you don't like this file
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then FUCK YOU, I hate your guts. Yes, I'm an egotist, and damned
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proud of it.
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Have a fucking shit-filled awful rotten pathetic sleazy fetal day
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you donkey fucking idiot.
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It had been at least six months since Jim had killed his wife and
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performed the bedroom abortion of their child with his hand. Jim was in
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prison now.
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But Jim had given the fetus to Fetus the Almighty Destroyer, and
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Fetus came to Jim's aid. Jim sat in his prison cell, thinking about how
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nice it would be just to get the hell out of this shit hole. Fetus heard
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him; Fetus rescued him.
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A mighty voice boomed inside Jim's head. "Alright you lousy son of a
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bitch. I'll get you out of this mess. All you humans are so fucking
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pathetically stupid, but you did give the fetus in My Name. I shall grant
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you freedom; the minds of everyone will be completely erased of your
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careless events and of your deceased wife's name. So be it."
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Jim fell to his knees and his surroundings began to swirl. A high pitch
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buzzing formed in his ears, and he felt something tugging at his groin
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area. He could no longer see, and everything was completely black but a white
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sensation of piercing light was striking at the backs of his eyes. All of a
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sudden he had the rush that some big bitch with a vacuum cleaner mouth was
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giving him damn good head, and that someone had smacked him over the head with
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one hell of a sledgehammer. After the invisible pain and dizziness subsided,
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Jim could make out his surroundings.
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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Jim was standing at the altar of a church, in arm
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with some pretty decent looking bitch. The priest said, "You may kiss the
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bride." Jim stood, stunned, trying to comprehend all this in his still
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dizzy brain. Moments passed, Jim did nothing. He thought, "Fetus must have
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given me a new life, a fresh chance to get married again. Hmm, this babe
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looks fuckable" and Jim kissed the bride harder than he had kissed his dead
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wife in his "previous life". He picked her up (what the hell?) and ran down the
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isle with her. He was so happy that Fetus Almighty had given him freedom, a
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clean slate to work with. They got in the stretched limousine that was waiting
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for them outside the church.
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Fuck again. Fuck fuck fuck again. What was this bitch's NAME? "Well dear,
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wher are we going?" seemed to be the first question that popped up in Jim's
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head. The girl just looked at Jim as if he were a complete dumbass fuck.
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"Uh, JIM, honey you know we've been planning all along to go to Hawaii for our
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honeymoon!" Jim sat stunned. "Oh, okay, that's cool by me." The girl just
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gave Jim a funny look.
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"What in the FUCK is her NAME?" thought Jim. None the matter, they kissed
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and fondled and just plain almost fucked on the way to the airport. Her name
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was not needed for the tickets had already been purchase. They hopped on the
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plane and were off for Hawaii.
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When they arrived at the hotel, Jim was up shit creek. He didn't even know
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how to tell the people their names to get a room. "I'm Jim Steiner and I have
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a room reserved." Damn. She didn't buy it. "Honey? Fine, don't even TELL them
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my name." Oh shit. "Heh heh sorry dear. It's the honeymoon suite for Jim
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and... and..." The Loud Voice boomed in his head again. "Jennifer you dumb
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ass, your wife's name is Jennifer." "heh heh...Jennifer Steiner. We've just
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gotten married and we'd like our honeymoon suite." Jim was of a bright red
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color and felt pretty low.
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* * * *
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Jim was leading a fairly normal life. If a sticky situation arose, Fetus
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would help him out and fill his mind with knowledge of the past. Jennifer
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was pregnant now, they were going to have a child. An amniocentesis test
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showed that it was to be a baby girl, and they were both ecstatic. They
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would have a happy family. Jim knew he could lead a normal life.
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A normal life it was, for Jim at least, because his violent nightmares had
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not disappeared from his previous life.
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The nightmares occurred frequently, and they tormented Jim until he could
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finally take control of them. And as always, he loved to scare the living shit
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out of himself. He dreamt that a large man was chasing him; Jim could not make
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out his face in the blurriness of the dream. He ran from the man just to get
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his scare up. He grasped control, turned, and said to the thing, "I am just
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so happy that you could fucking be in my fucking dream! But I hate your guts
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now, you fucking BORE me! FUCK YOU BASTARD!"
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Jim felt at power in his dreams when he finally took control of them.
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The figure spoke.
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"Fuck you Jim, you fucked up in your last life, and now you're going to
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die. Again."
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"Fuck you too asshole. Gee, I sure do hate your guts. They disgust me."
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Jim reached with razorlike fingers into the figured abdomen and made way
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to the guttal area. He ripped out the man's stomach and a large section of
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his small intestine. He shoved as much of the gut pile into his mouth as he
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could and ate away, bits and pieces and drops of blood drooling out of his
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mouth.
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"Now you sorry fucker! How does it feel for someone ELSE to be in
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control?!?!" Jim raged, the dream getting continually blurry.
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"Fuck you Jim. Just fuck off." The man puked a violently acidic puke
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all over Jim's torso. But Jim's ultimate rage kept him pumped up, he was not
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phased.
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"I hate your guts you bastard! Fuck off!" With that Jim conjured up a
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double-barreled 12 guage shotgun with the control he had within the dream
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and blew the figure to hell. No, that was not good enough. He reloaded. He
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fired again. No satisfaction. He shot repeatedly, but no joy came to sooth
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his adrenaline-pumped soul.
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Jim turned the gun on his own head and screamed with excitement. Yeah, this
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was it. This was the feeling. He pulled the shotgun trigger a number of times
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and rejoiced in every blast. He felt himself being ripped apart and just
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fucking LOVED it.
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"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I HATE YOUR GUTS!" He blew his own guts out onto the
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floor of his imaginary psychopathic dream world. With a final blast he felt
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something crash down over his head.
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He awoke. Jennifer stood there beating the hell out of him with a pillow,
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screaming, "JIM DAMNIT TO HELL WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU? JIM!
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WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!"
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"It was just a bad dream dear, I'm sorry. I think I'm under alot of
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stress."
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"Alot of stress you pig fucking bastard? STRESS? THIS is STRESS!" She
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lifted her large nightgown to reveal the large protruding stomach, of which
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the baby was contained within the mound.
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"THIS is fucking stress. Waking up every morning, puking all over the
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fucking place, ripping into raw meat and food out the ASS, I FEEL like SHIT
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and YOU think YOU'RE under STRESS? Well FUCK YOU!"
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Fuck you. Fuck you. These words lingered and rang in Jim's mind. Fuck
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you, he thought.
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"Yeah, fuck you too bitch. I hate your guts. You're all the same. Bitching
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about how BAD you feel and how MORNING SICKNESS gets you down. PMS, periods,
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I'M FUCKING SICK OF IT!" He went to his closet.
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"Jim honey, I'm sorry, really... Jim, what...what are you doing...oh NO!"
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Jim pulled, from his closet, a double-barreled shotgun from his closet.
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It was strikingly similar to the one he carried in his nightmares. It was
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already loaded, and he pulled back the pin on the left chamber.
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"This, you bitch, is stress."
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He poked the shotgun into her stomach and fired once. Jennifer screamed
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a deathly scream of horrifying pain.
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"THIS, you BITCH, is the STRESS I'VE GOT!" He pointed the shotgun at her
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head. "You think you can just go out and FUCK WHOEVER YOU WANT! Well you're
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WRONG, BITCH! I bet you were out last night sucking a NIGGER'S DICK, RIGHT?
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My white cock ain't GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU! Oh yeah, I bet you were out with some
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DIKE, LAPPING UP HER CUNT JUICES! YOU LESBIAN! FUCK YOU!" He pressed the
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barrels to her eyes and held them steady.
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"THIS, is the STRESS which YOU, YOU WHOREMONGER LESBIAN, don't think that
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I'VE GOT!" He pulled back the pin on the right chamber.
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With a last might of strength Jennifer mumbled.
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"Jim, oh dear merciful God DON'T DO THIS!"
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Boom. Jim fired the last shot and lay Jennifer and their baby to rest.
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The dead fetus could be seen through the large open rapidly-bleeding
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wound in Jennifer's stomach.
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Jim flashed back on his previous life, for he had not forgotten any of it.
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He had sacrificed the fetus to Fetus Almighty, and he was blessed and helped.
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So would he do again.
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With demon hands Jim ripped the fetus from Jennifer's womb and held it
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above his head, just as he had done before.
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"I appeal to you, O Fetus, deliver me from this mess I'm in, for here is
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another of your Followers. Take this our fetus, and use it well."
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Jim threw down the shotgun and slumped to the floor in a happy and
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content sleep.
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-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-!TS!-
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(c)1990 Toxic Shock. By Gross Genitalia.
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The Followers of Fetus Almighty Are:
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Bloody Fucking Afterbirth
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Gross Genitalia
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Fetal Juice
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Have a rotten fucking day.
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