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| | ...Hogs of Entropy Text Files Present... | |
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| | "Religion with Eggs and Coffee" | |
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| | By: Defiant | |
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The world was quiet that Friday. Father Gregg was smoking again. Smokin'
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that big black cigar at the diner where he ate his breakfast every morning.
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A nice, hot plate of Scrambled Eggs was placed in front of him by the young
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blonde waitress. He couldn't help but notice her perky breasts. He put it
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out of his mind and smiled. Life was peaceful.
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After a few minutes there was a well dressed young businessman that came
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in. He took a seat next to the Father for no particular reason. Father
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Gregg couldn't help but notice his handsomeness or his strong build.
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"Hey cutie." the waitress said with a smile. "What can I get'cha Timmy?"
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"Hey Tina. I dunno... I guess the usual..." he replied in a semi-daze.
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Tim seemed to be unusually hyper for a man of his age. He was surprised to
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see a priest next to him when he turned to examine his surroundings for the
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first time.
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"Hey...you be a fatha'!" he said in a condescending "black talk" voice.
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"Umm... well, yes I am." Father Gregg replied feeling suddenly
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uncomfortable, as if he was being watched.
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"Yea... How religious of a father are ya'?" Tim asked with an unsettling
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smirk. Gregg became even more disturbed. This man seemed to be gearing up
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for something.
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"I do my work for the lord as any priest."
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"But do ya'...you know...do ya' do 'the bop' with little boys?"
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"I most certainly DO NOT." Gregg was shocked that the young stranger would
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even think of something like that.
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"I'm just wonderin'... what do you think of Atheists?" he asked in a
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slightly more sincere tone, which made Father Gregg relax slightly.
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"I think they are confused. It saddens me that there are so many." Gregg
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replied with total sincerity.
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"Do you think I'm gonna go to hell for bein' one?" he asked with the same
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sarcastic smirk he had originally. He looked like he was anxiously waiting
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the reply, which again made Gregg nervous.
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"Well... I will pray for you." Father Gregg replied in the safest answer
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he could. Tim grinned deeply.
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"Hah.. well, what if I was to tell you..." Tim's voice became very loud
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as he shouted out: "FUCK Your FAKE GOD!" Father Gregg was infuriated! Who
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was this man to come in here and say such rudeness?! Who did he think he
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was?! The world around the two men seemed to almost catch on fire and glow
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with a red rage. Everything in a flash was heated.
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"How DARE YOU! You ignorant, worthless, piece of shit." he spurted out
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a little too fast and a long stream of spit fired from his mouth and into
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Tina's eye. She casually wiped it off.
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"Listen you old bastard. I'm an Atheist because I know about your
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bullshit. That 'you are worthless' attitude is what fucking drove me away.
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Religion is controlling, contrived, and manipulative. It exists in order to
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spread itself like a disease." Tim commanded as if he was making some sort of
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grammatical correction on a piece of paper. Everything suddenly began to
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glow in through thier eyes. The world became like one hig poetic hate match.
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A Religious Poetry slam with an edge. Unfortunatly, he realized that his
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words had not even begun to penetrate the shell of the Priest. "Black Death
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belief...You and your Morality Police." He was sure that last comment would
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have stunned the Priest. He was pushing it with a not-completely-provoked
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outburst. But he was wrong... Gregg's eyes gleamed angrily at him. Gregg
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remembered his younger days when he would eat these types of self-righteous
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pricks for breakfast.
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"I'm seen your kind before. You're a faithless, hopeless, confused idiot.
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Listen - your anarchy shit, we don't need it. Get you mesh-meshed waffling
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ass out of our god-loving country!" Gregg spurted. Another ream of spit
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launched from his mouth, hitting his eggs. He was ready to yell for hours
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at this damn ogre.
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"You'll never really get it, backboneless, Brainwashed, devoted worm. Go
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back to your book. Squirm back into your clergies demanding grasp, if you
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want to go to heaven so bad, why don't you just die?" Tim yelled out. His
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coffee had arrived. As he waited for a response, for a split second he saw
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the waitress was wide-eyed and he realized that he and the priest were
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creating quite a stir in the old diner.
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"Commit to the obvious evidence. Your fucking with laws that you can't
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control. When your finished drinking, fucking, and killing in your
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darkness - you liar - Enjoy your burning ass in hellfire." yelled out Gregg.
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His voice almost cracked. Gregg had completely forgotten all but his current
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target of aggression. All these years of stupid, faithless, spoiled kids
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had primed years of rage that was finally coming out. It was almost poetic
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hate.
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"Hypocritical, faithful, dogmatic, zombie. If you live like Christ really
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did you would die before you could make the sacrifice consciously. Stop
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spreading your lie."
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"Go back to your damned narcotic underworld. Unpure and unsure,
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spiritless, soul of death. Evil thoughts - and my what you're taught in
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school - Secular humanist bullshit teacher's tool. Mushy Liberal Idealist.
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Unrealistic and wrong." Gregg was devoted to making his point. It was time
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that the voice was heard. He honestly believed, for a split second, that he
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would be able to make Tim see the same light that he saw.
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"Holy shit, God bless you!" Tim shouted as he finally stood up. He was
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much more intimidating standing up. He used that trick all his life. "Your
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tired, well-versed in a book of boring faerie tales. Pointless, Biased ways
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to live your life. Everything is easy to manipulate with your little black
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book of fate." The words were passing right by Gregg. He COULDN'T let
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himself be sucked into it. He had to make him see.
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"Give into the truth. Stop fighting the beauty, be born again - it's the
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Big bang, part II - get that cosmic spirit deja vu. God gave you brains,
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respect the gift." he cried out. Tim realized this yelling "game" was much
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bigger to the priest.
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"Everyone who didn't originate your catalog of demands gets shafted. A
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trick well crafted. Gays, Women, and anything not YOU is left in the dark,
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no spark - no clue. This is the end for you my enemy. This is the end for
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you my friend." Tim stomped his foot, which made a banging that was heard
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loudly across the diner. He drank his coffee in one gulp and walked out.
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He didn't look into the father's eyes. The two never met again, but both of
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them remembered each other till their dying day.
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/-->>=--------- A TRULY SAD MESSAGE FROM DEFIANT ----------=<<--\
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| Well, HOE people. It makes me sad to say that I'm leaving |
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| the modem world. There is a lot of messed up personal shit |
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| that is simply preventing me from really ever living the |
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| same life I formally led. I urge HOE to say rolling with |
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| the files and wish them and Mogel good luck. Abigwar - I |
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| never told you, but thanks for writing what you write. I |
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| may actually send writing on paper to Mogel to use for HOE |
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| in the future VERY occasionally, but you've basically seen |
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| the last of me for a long time. I'm sure you're melting. |
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Copyright (c) 1994 HoE Publications and Defiant. #47 --> 02/04/95
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