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$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1020
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "CRAZY RUSSIAN ANARCHIST"
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by G. Sanchez
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ 1/30/00
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$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
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we picked up ed from cabrini green, the north side chicago housing
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project that was featured in the horror movie "Candyman". he was bleeding
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from his leg.
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"Ed, you're bleeding."
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"Yes, kids throw rocks."
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to save time i'll paraphrase and try to convey the dissociative
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logic you would be immersed in if you were one of the people he
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considered friends with whom he would graciously punctuate interactions
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with mind-ripping ideas and extreme physical violence- two forms of the
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ed distillate.
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first of all, there was a dumb bitch at work. but she was cute. so
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he told her that if she would shut her mouth/cunt and stop being such a
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dumb bitch, she would be a nicer person. he told her what: he'll go to
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fuckin cabrini green right now and get a door so she can shut up her cunt
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with it. he leaves work and walks twenty-five blocks to cabrini green to
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find a door.
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he sees some kids. five of them. around ten years old. he tells
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them that he will come back tomorrow and teach them how to make bombs if
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they will find a door for him for this woman. they search around and all
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they find is an old tire- he says it will do and tells them to meet him
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back here the next day at the same time and he will teach them how to
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make bombs.
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he brings the tire back to work and slams it on her desk.
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next day, an hour before i've picked him up, he goes to cabrini
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green and the kids are there. he's brought pagers and estes model rocket
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engines. crack open the cement caps on the engines to get the
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blackpowder. then hooks up the pager electronics to make a spark and
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calls the pager from afar. kaboom.
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older kids throw rocks at ed from a window and tell him to stay
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the fuck outta the projects. he heads in to find them and beat the shit
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out of them, but can't find them. then he gets into my car.
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Ed's beauty, in his own words:
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This world is so wicked, Marc. I was looking at Salvador Dali's pictures
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this afternoon. Then I was betrayed in the evening. And arrested the
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following morning. Dali just wanted to be himself. His pictures told me
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so. I have never seen them before in my life so close and so real. I
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KNOW what they were thinking while making that. Do you want to know? We
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should go there together sometime....
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we go back to his place. there's some guy working on electronics
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there. ed shows me his MDT intercepting projects. mobile data terminals
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that the cops use in their cars to run plates, check backgrounds, etc. he
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shows me logs of the cops talking about him: "that crazy russian who
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takes too much cough medicine". he tells me about two weeks ago when he
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was left unattended in a local precinct interrogation room with a police
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radio extender. he made that police station his bitch with a panicked
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"shots fired, officer down, corner of 17th and racine". i ask him if he
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wrote the MDT code himself- he responds by punching me in the nose. i am
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bleeding. he says what the fuck do i think. i apologize.
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while we're on the subject of crazy russian anarchist manifestos,
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here is a picture of ed raping my mind with his razor barbed meta-cock:
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Random acts of kindness mixed with random acts of disgrace rather than a
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continuous contribution to the amount that you think will free you. It is
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always the third party unsuspecting, but executing someone else's
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instruction. stepping only in the certain direction because that was the
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only direction that was let free? Instead of "let me go" try "let me go
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where I want to". Because there is always a clause as long as you open
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your mouth. But sometimes when you keep your mouth shut you wonder- where
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is the applause?! ...
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Gweeds. I can not believe this world. So much betrayal and so much
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censorship. So much women for such little men. So much men for such
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little women... What is up " friend"- will you let the faggots know
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this? I am gonna print out copies because I am sick and so tired of
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censorship. Before I start doing this bare handed - give me a call. I
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saw Bruce Lee again in my dreams. You know what that means? You are
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sleeping on my pillow again. Wake up fucker:).
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thanks to ed, the earth now has an idea of what a straight version
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of henry rollins might sound like. also: anarchy.
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[ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu #1020, BY G. SANCHEZ - 1/30/00 ]
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