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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #290 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "Smashface" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Neko !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 11/16/98 !!
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!!========================================================================!!
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She had the kind of face that I just wanted to smash from the
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moment my eyes rested upon it. Her face carried some sort of stupid look
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on it, not unlike a cow.
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Ha.
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The thought of her chewing cud makes me laugh...hmm. I guess in a
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figurative sense she is chewing cud now. Or something.
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Oh yeah. Getting back to where I was ... You can probably guess
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by now that I've killed her. It was a pretty obvious destiny from the
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time I first saw that idiot-look on her face.
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We worked together. What a shit job that was. Cashiers at the
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local supermarket. After working an eight hour day, I'd have more money
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in my till just in cash then I've ever had at one time in my savings
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account. You'd think that place could've afforded to pay us more. Cheap
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bastards.
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Her name was Lila or something equally stupid like that. She
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reminded me of everyone I ever hated in my rather short life. I never
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really got to know her, my prejudice got in the way. Fortunately I never
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closed with her, or the events that just happened might have happened in
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a much more public place. I can't even imagine the kind of small talk we
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would've made as we waited for the customers to file through. I guess if
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there's one thing I can think God for in this shitty life it's that Lila
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and I never closed the store together.
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Any time she would ask me one of those stupid ass cashier
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questions like "Do you have any paper towels?" or "Could I borrow your
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pen?" I had to try extremely hard not to say "FUCK YOU YOU STUPID ASS
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BITCH" and instead grunted in the appropriate manner. I avoided talking
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to her at all costs. Since simply looking at her made me sick to my
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stomach, I could only imagine what carrying on a conversation with her
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would do to me.
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So, if I tried so hard to avoid her, how did I end up where I am
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now? Good question. Things were almost perfect, except for her being
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alive, and one night -- and not even a night when I was working -- they
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got all fucked up.
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I came in to the store about 5 minutes before it closed to get
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some cigarettes (Ever since Camel lost their icon Joe Camel I got
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hooked -- their new ads were MUCH cooler than those old kiddy ads) and
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shoot the shit with all my friends who were stuck working.
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I grabbed the Camels and walked to the front end, dodging the
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'WET FLOOR' signs strewn about the area. I looked around to see who was
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working. There was only one lane open and the cashier had her back
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turned to me. Rob was bagging though. Cool, maybe we'd do something
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after he got off work. Then, with a chuckle, the cashier turned around.
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oh FUCK.
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SHE was the cashier.
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The ONLY cashier.
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FUCK.
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I tried to play off my discontent as I walked through her lane
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listening to the voice of Sandra the 'courtesy' desk girl telling the
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customers (me and maybe two other people at that time of night) that the
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store was closign in five minutes blah blah blah -- we always thought
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it'd be much more effective to simply tell them to get the fuck out
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before we loosed a pack of wild dogs on them.
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"Hey, Lila, Rob, how's it goin'?" I squeaked out with a slight
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shudder.
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"It's goin pretty good man, what're you doing tonight?" asked Rob.
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Lila chuckled again -- more like cackles to my ear -- and grinned
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stupidly.
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"Hi Will, nice to see you in here!"
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My mind repeated one phrase: fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou, but
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somehow my mouth managed to say no more than "Yeah, it's good, uh-huh.
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I'm in a hurry, ring me up."
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"Hey Rob, c'mere and mop the deli!" shouted one of the managers,
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aka the Supreme Asshole.
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Rob left me alone with her. The bastard.
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"So Will, where are you going in such a hurry?"
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"Uhh, a party and shit. Ring me up, please."
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"Ooooh! A party! I love parties! Take me with! Let's get drunk."
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An idea formulated in my head.
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"Uhh, okay. Ring me up."
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"Just take it."
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"Okay." Hey, maybe she wasn't so bad. No.
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So I waited a few minutes for the store to close and for her to
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leave. She got her coat on. It had a picture of Tweety Bird on it. How
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fucking stupid for a 17 year old.
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We went out and got in my car and drove to the non-existant party
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being held in the outback of a state park.
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She asked where I was taking her and I replied heaven.
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She thought I was joking, I guess, cuz she giggled and put her
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hands on my crotch.
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I pulled over, thinking why not. This was the end, after all.
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Might as well play it for all it was worth. I killed the motor and
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unbuckled, kissing her in the process.
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I felt her up and she returned the favor. She actually wasn't
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that bad. Oh well. Too bad. We made love. No. It was the teenage
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version. We fucked. Like bunnies. It was good, but I couldn't let that
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get in my way, now could I? I was on a mission. Of sorts.
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After we had finished, she reclined in the bucket seat, sighing
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and breathing deeply. I climbed on top of her and she giggled that
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stupid way again.
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"Ready for more, tee-hee?"
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Finally I let loose. "FUCK YOU, YOU CHEAP FUCKING NASTY ASS SKANK
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WHORE!"
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She laughed and said, "What?"
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I kneed her in the stomach. This added a stunned look to the
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permanent stupid look on her face. The chair went back the few inches it
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could as she had not locked it into position.
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This was good, after I got over the initial shock, as it allowed
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me more manouvering room. I kicked her in the face repeatedly. She was
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too stupified to even scream.
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There was blood everywhere, but by this point I didn't even care.
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I left her unconscious body resting in the passenger chair and opened
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the trunk. I grabbed my heavy duty Maglite from the trunk and returned to
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the car.
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The ending shouldn't surprise anyone -- I smashed her fucking face
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in with that flashlight just like I'd been yearning to do since the first
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time I saw her.
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Am I sorry? Not really, only that I didn't do it sooner.
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Will I be caught?
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I don't even care anymore. So, yeah, probably. I'm dumped her
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body in the lake, but what can I do about the bloodstains in the car?
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Not much.
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So now it's just me and a bloodied up car. And we're waiting for
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the cops. They'll catch on, probably in the next day or so. I can't
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imagine Lila staying submerged for long, and the camp is pretty popular
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this time of year. Someone will find her before the week is up.
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But that's not the best part yet.
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The best part was afterwards, when I drove to City Pride Liquor.
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They've got a drive through, see, and they don't check IDs, which is good
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in my case. I hadn't put on any clothes yet, and the car was, of course,
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still extremely bloody. I pulled up and asked for, and I quote myself
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here, 'the biggest fucking bottle of vodka you have."
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The girl working inside -- who sure as fuck didn't look old enough
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to drink what she was selling -- gave me a 2 litre bottle of some foul
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stuff called "Dyermo". It said it was imported from Russia, but I didn't
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give a fuck. She looked pretty shocked when she saw my state. But she
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didn't say anything. I gave her a fifty dollar bill that I found in
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Lila's purse and drove off.
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No driving off into the sunset -- more like driving off into the
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sunrise. Drinking straight from the bottle was the only way to go, and I
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went there. I drank the whole fucking bottle, pulled over to the side of
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the road (but by that time, the way I was driving, I was pretty much
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there anyway), puked out the window a couple times and fell asleep.
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I guess this is the end, but the cops haven't even found her body
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yet, so who knows.
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As the French say, "C'est la vie."
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Whatever.
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!!========================================================================!!
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! #290 - WRITTEN BY: NEKO - 11/16/98 !!
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