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| | Hogs of Entropy Text Files Present... | |
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| | "Hate Edge" | |
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| | By: Abigwar [BGR] | |
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| | Date Written: 09/07/94 | |
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HoE, HoE, HoE!
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Merry almost no where near Christmas. Un-Huh. Yeah, For sure...
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Hey, Its me. Not you, but me, Abigwar. Whats up? I usually write for BGR but
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since i had this extra story laying around i decided to donate it to HoE. If
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any other groups what me to do one shot files with out joining, just let me
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know and i will see what i can do. Contact me most easistly on TEKAT.
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Abigwar @ TEKAT 908,813,2738
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-=Hate Edge, 09/07/94, Abigwar [BGR,7oC,NJGH]=-
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With an unbroken stare, The clear sky is molested by his blood shot
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eyes. His heart fills with a little more rage, as he thinks of different
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people he knew... Hate, that was pure, and unbroken flooded his cloudy mind.
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Hate Edge* set in almost a week ago and it hadn't resolved itself yet like
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it usually does. Something seemed wrong...Almost too wrong. The unknown
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soldier sat straining his eyes at nothing, as though he couldn't control
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his eyes and focus them back to normal. The phone rang, it broke the
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youth's heavy concentration. It him like a hammer hitting it a peice of
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sheet metal, suspended in air. Jumping almost a foot back into reality,
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he stumbled over to the phone. As he picked it up, the phone almost
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yelled at him, "Hey, What's up man? Wanna come and hang out with us
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today?" Responding almost systematically, he yelled back, "Why would i
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go hang out with dirty peice of shit harries and greasers like you? Leave
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me the fuck alone!" He slammed down the phone and went back to his window.
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Over the last week or so, He had lost almost all of his friends.
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And not without his total consent. The world was bugging him, and people
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were on his mind. Only his closest friends where their, because they
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understand, or so he thought anyway. They have all seen him like this
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before, and some of them even experinced it for themselves. He knew he was
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one of the best. A Sussed skin*. Not a bonehead* like what is being seen
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all over the world at this very minute. But yet they still associated him
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with the evil, false counterparts.
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But on this day, It seemed like all the anger that he had tried to
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vent, just stayed in him. Maybe it even came back threefold. And not just
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that, but all the hate, aggression, and hostility from last time hate edge
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hit. He felt like a candle whose flame was smothered by a blanket of
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aggro*. But before he could always just burn the blanket away from the top
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of him. Now it seemed like the blanket was nine times as thick.
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He tried to burn, but his oxygen was just not there. His love slowy
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melted away to where his friends status used to be. Friends became enemies,
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loved ones became friends...and enemies became targets of his mindless
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vendetta. A vandetta that he vowed to carry through with no matter what,
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and no matter when. He used music as inspiration to heat up the flame, but
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that just didn't cut it. He tried to asked people for help, but they didn't
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understand.
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Suddenly, ripped from above, with unmentionable power, there was a
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flash of yellow followed by a smidget of blue and a burst of undescribleable
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red fire. The blanket burned away from around his candle. However, the
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past not completly burnt blankets added to today's not completely burnt
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blanket had created a wall around the candle.
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Faced with a decision, he had to fight his way through socitey, or
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remain the center of hateful, biased and untrue based attention. So the
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lone youth thought, and thought until hate edge had him to the point of
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exploding. With his mind set to victory, he decided to fight.
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And to this day, that is where the lone warrior stands. Fighting
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for a new day, a new freedom, and a new glory. With no true Sussed by his
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side, he kept the faith. Fighting and struggling, in hopes of being united
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with his true culture that he was barely ever exposed to, and may never be
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again unless his victory is clamed and the glory is cashed. "Hate edge
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hasn't left this time, and it may be to late at this point." he thought to
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himself.
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Some how, he knows that one day he will find his people, and the
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numbers of the Sussed fighting by his side will rise. But untill the fateful
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day comes, he knows that he must keep the faith, and a loner he shall
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remain.
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------------------=The "Duh, What does that mean?" section!=------------------
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*0=Hate Edge, A state of mind and attitude that comes upon skinheads at
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times similar to depression. May be compaired to PMS.
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*1=Sussed Skin, A skinhead that looks hard and smart that is an asset to the
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skinhead subculture.
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*2=Bonehead, A nazi skinhead. A skinhead who has nothing to do with the true
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and original skinhead subculture, but yet still claims to be a
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skinhead. Usually dressed in dirty, ripped, and poor clothes.
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*3=Aggro, An abriviation for aggression, and or aggrovation.
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Copyright (c) 1994 HoE Publications and Abigwar #12 --> 09/29/94
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