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Underground eXperts United
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[ The Family Man ] [ By The GNN ]
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"THE FAMILY MAN"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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I saw my neighbors
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on the television today
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screaming about a sniper in our block
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So he stared into the wall and thought about nothing. His cold eyes
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seemed to examine the concrete as if it contained something interesting.
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In his head, chaos ruled supreme. His mind was filled with thoughts he
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never had believed he could make up. It surprised him. Maybe he was a
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genius after all.
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Dare dare dare devil what is inside your head? Listen to what I have to
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say, or after all do not let me interfere your private life.
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A voice spoke to him. Comfortable. It was not necessary to face anyone.
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He just had to listen. So he listened carefully.
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The house he lived in had lost its brown color to a grey one. No one
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lived there by free will, "but in these days you have to take what you
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get". What you get. That was not very true, since no one ever had given
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anything to him. But in THESE DAYS what could you expect?
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A scream from the apartment above woke him up for a moment. He watched
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the clock on the wall. It did not work. Of course. The time had been
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fourteen minutes to twelve the last two years.
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Time. The end of time. When he discovered that he could not stop the
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endless wheel of time, it was too late. Everything was gone - his work,
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friends and his mind. He would not miss it.
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He moved his position so he could stare out the window instead.
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Concrete, mud and garbage. In the middle of it all, a few children played
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with a ball. Klang, klang, klang. The ball left the hand of one of the
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children and bunched on a wrecked car. He felt like grabbing the ball and
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jump on it until it was broken. Just to end the depressing sight.
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I turned it off
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finished my six-pack
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and reloaded my M16
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What happened? Time had passed so quickly. The sun had disappeared
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behind the horizon of grey buildings. He moved. The TV presented him yet
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to another game show. This time people had to get out of a car that was
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dropped into a nine feet deep pool filled with water. No one had made it
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so far and the audience screamed happily when a diver picked up the dead
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body of a man. No first prize for him this time.
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"A good boy". Yeah, a real good boy. That was him and his mother had
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yet defended him from an angry father who accused him for stealing a bike
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and tried to kill his son with it. Yes, he had stolen the ugly bike and
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dropped it from a roof onto the stupid kid who owned it. They had to take
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the kid to the hospital, but what did he care? Give me proof, his mother
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screamed and the man turned around and walked away. Time flies. His
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mother was gone. Where? He did not know - it was a long time ago.
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Maybe she was in the closet.
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Listen listen listen my friend. It's me again! Remember?
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Yes - he sure remembered. How could he ever forget that voice that spoke
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to him. It's time to clean, it said. Clean up whatever is dirty. There's
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a lot of things that's soiled nowadays, you know!
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Yet another drowned fool was picked up from the car in the pool. "Ah,
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anotherrr fails! Ah-ah-yeah what have we here? Oh, yeah - it's
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enterrrtainment!". Right! It was entertainment!
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Life, was boring. Death, was entertainment. Life was a show. A dare
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devil show for those who could stand it. It could be acceptable, really
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nice, and comfortable. But it was too late. Too late to change anything.
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Everything was dirty, ugly and destroyed.
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No religion, "god" or "devil" could help now. The world was falling
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apart - imploding itself. Soon, no one would remember it as it was when it
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was clean.
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yes
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this is my life, this is my gun
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this is for killing, this is for fun
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Later that evening he stepped into the crowded supermarket. His
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machine gun screamed about death and the bullets riddled with pleasure.
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Kill kill kill. Listen to what I have to say. Six, seven, eight, nine,
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ten, eleven...
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Then he sat on a chair in a cold room. Electrodes were strapped to his
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feet. A iron helmet would soon be placed on his shaved head. A police man
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bent down and faced him. His breath filled the air and he heard him
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whisper a question to him between his white lips.
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"Why?"
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"Why not?"
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/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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Call THE STASH - Home of Underground eXperts United.
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Check the INDEX file for a complete list of our boards and sites.
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Money is everything. Hate thy neighbor. Get into greed.
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