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Underground eXperts United
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[ Only An Angel ] [ By Sevrin ]
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Only an Angel
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by Sevrin
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Barefoot and dirty, I crawl across my bottle strewn bathroom floor. I lift
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the lid on the toilet, and barely hang my head over in time to wretch up the
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few ounces of bile that where left in my stomach.
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I drop back to the floor. My face lies in a puddle of some bad smelling,
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yellowish liquid as I convulse and choke.
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I cry out.
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"Oooohhh! I swear, I'll never ever watch 'Friends' again!"
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Somehow I am able to muster enough strength to break the skin on my wrist
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with my rusted out razor blade.
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The room spins. My blood pumps out across the tiles in a rhythmic spurt.
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I smile, as the crimson crescendo of my life petters to a close. All is
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black, and I see a light. I know what it is! The afterlife!
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"Here I come! Here I come!" I shout.
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I race toward the light and it grows so large it is all I can see.
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Then I run right into it. BANG!
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"Ow!" I thought.
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BANG BANG BANG
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I keep running into it.
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"What the fuck is going on?" I wonder.
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I look around me. I see angels everywhere. They all look like giant moths,
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and they too are repeatedly crashing into the light. I fly back a few
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hundred feet, and look at the light. Just as I suspected: a giant light
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bulb. Everything was starting to make sense. I spin and fly off into the
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darkness. I see another, more blue, light. I turn my attention to that, and
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head straight for it. Suddenly, and invisible barrier blocks my forward
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progress. BAM!
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"Ow!"
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BAM BAM BAM
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There is no way to get past this barrier. I settle down, and land upon
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it, clinging to it. I peer toward the light, and my hunch is confirmed: a
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giant television! I know now, beyond all shadow of a doubt that I have been
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reincarnated as a moth.
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Clinging to the barrier, which can only be called a window, I peer into
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the television, in hopes of entertainment. It comes back from commercial,
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and "Friends" is on.
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I scream in agony.
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I spin away from the window and fly off into the night in search of a
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spider's web to entangle my self in.
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uXu #550 Underground eXperts United 2000 uXu #550
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http://uXu.org/
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