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Elixir #0
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\~(Putting the 'E' Back in E-Zine)).).. .. . . _____________ _ __
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. .' By Cappacino Oxi and Crowe . '
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+ ' An Elixir Production `. '
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` +ÿ . ' ` +ÿ . '
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. . .. ..:::] Intro By Cappacino [:::.. .. . .
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Welcome to Elixir. We are an organization of former-scene-fiends who've all
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come together in attempts to create something out of the norm, and, for that
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matter, out of the scene. We are going to be beginning a number of projects
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in the coming months under Elixir, one of them has already begun (Scrolls of
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Serenia, the zine), and the next one will be "Project Enecson." But our
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future plans have yet to be completely determined, so lets deal with the here
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and now.
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This special release, Elixir #0, is means to introduction to us, the three
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creators of Elixir: Cappacino, Oxidizer, and Crowe, and what basis we have
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for beginning our organization. You probably won't see this Elixir mag all
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too often, because our main focus will be strictly on the work of our small-
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er projects-- but when you do, trust me, you'll love it.
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Mostly in this issue of Elixir, we'll have a major mix of humor, reflective
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work, a little bit of poetry, and, of course, the strange things... bah, but
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you'll see it all, starting about now.
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. . .. ..:::] Elixir Triad By Cappacino [:::.. .. . .
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"Hurry, we have not much time." Cappacino said hurriedly, looking back while
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at the same time helping his companion and friend, Crowe, over the wall.
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The last of the companions, Oxidizer, was already over the wall and was
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keeping a lookout for opposition, none of which he would be fortunate enough
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not to find. "I'm tryin'. These vines are pretty damned slippery, and they
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have these annoying pr-- OWW!?@!# DAMNATION!," Crowe spurted. Cappacino
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freed a hand and put a finger to his lips, but it was too late. Far from
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where they were standing, at the center of the compound, the lone building
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they tried so desperately to escape from set off lights of a bright red and
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sounds which blared like trumpets in the ears of the escapees, despite the
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distance. "OH SHIT!!" Was all Oxidizer could say, or atleast that was all
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that Cappacino and the hurting Crowe thought they heard him say. Crowe was
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on the ground now, rubbing his sore backside. Cappacino, with all the ruckus,
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had no chance of keeping Crowe up-- the foul sounds and lights were mentally
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tuned to the minds of everyone who stayed here, so all attempts at movement
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(other than directly to the ground) and any 'other' possible abilities were
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supposedly phased out of the subjects' minds. "Yo! What the hell is going
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on?!@# Guys? Y0E!?" Oxidizer was frantic. On the other side of the great
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wall, Cappacino and Crowe writhe and roll back and forth, trying, although
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futilly, to escape the destructive light and sound which threw their minds
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into a chaotic state. At this point, Oxi was attempting to calm himself down,
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and then he heard the footsteps of others on the other side of the wall, as
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the eerie sounds and lights which lit up the early night's sky calmed slowly
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into nonexistence. "ohshit ohshit ohshit ohshit ohshit," was almost all Oxi
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could say, as he had no idea what to do.
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And then it dawned on him. This entire time, the struggle to escape, the work
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in the Lab, their wondrous discovery that pushed them to test in elsewhere,
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it was the key! The Elixir, if there were no better a time to try it, now was
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that time! The now-confident labrat opened the dufflebag which layed lazily
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near the wall and revealed many small plastic jars with blue tops, filled to
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the brim-- each one containing a different color of strange liquid. "Oh, which
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color to try?!" Oxidizer said, looking at the two bottles in his hands, one
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brown and the other blue."Which one indeed." A voice said, coming from behind
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him, which followed by the sounds of guns being cocked. Oxi spun around, only
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to see a dark figure, one which he couldn't quite make out, standing ominously
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over him, half-surrounded by a troop of guards. The figure motioned to his
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guards, two of them grabbed Oxi and helped him to his feet, while the others
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stood, unmoved, in their same spots. The leader of the troops snatched the one
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brown bottle and the blue bottle from Oxi's hands and stepped back. Oxi
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looked around and then jumped upwards, leaning back onto the two guards which
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held his arms and kicked the two bottles out of the leader's hands as hard as
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he could, sending them over the wall to Cappacino and Crowe.
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But Cappacino and Crowe had their own problems. They were being held by a
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small group of guards, two of which were knocked almost senseless by the jars
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which had fell out of the sky. The last two looked at their hurt companions in a
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brief second's awe, wondering what the hell had just happened. Cappacino and
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Crowe looked at each other, then swung at the guards, missed, and fell over,
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landing right on top of the bottles of Elixir. Capp was the first to grab his bottle
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and down it, with Crowe following right after. The two guards, who were rising
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from their duck turned and were about to fire when Crowe threw his bottle at
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one, breaking his nose, and Capp sweeped the other from off his feet.
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By now, Capp and Crowe were on their feet. Now it was as if their moves
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and thoughts were unguided-- almost instinctive, like animals, yet so very
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unexplainably complex, figuring ideas and concepts while picking up on every
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bit of light and movement around. Cappa waved his arm in an arc in the
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direction of the guards, and the soilders' weapons were ripped from their
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hands and carried away. Crowe now approached the two guardsmen,
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grabbing each one by his collar and raising them up-- slamming them
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against the vine-covered wall The two men were overly intimidated, as
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it seemed Crowe was about to let forth something massive-- but as if the
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two companions had had an argument telepathically, Crowe's fury subsided
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and he instead blew two quick streams of seemingly mystical smoke into the
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faces of the soilders, putting them into a deep, unharmfu sleep.
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For the moment, Cappacino and Crowe spoke openly, trying to lay down a
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basic understanding of the Elixir. "The basic elements of reality seemingly
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obey our own beck and call!" Crowe said enthusiastically, but Cappacino
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was focusing on the wall now-- the last thing that stood in their way
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Cappacino wispered as he ran his fingers over the great stone wall, "as
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gravel and dirt turn eventually to stone, thus now does stone turn to gravel."
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And with that, a large portion of the wall crumbled before Cappacino's very
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person. Capp, who was unmoved and unaffected by this, as if he knew the entire
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happening, stepped through the passage and saw Oxidizer, now bloody and beaten,
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and yet more guards. The guards, reacting on military instinct, let forth an
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immediate barrage of firepower, and after nearly two solid minutes of blasting,
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they stopped to admire their handywork. Crowe, who was still on the other
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side of the wall, entirely out of harm's way, was caught in such great awe by
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what he saw-- all he saw were lights and explosions, like those of guns,
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but he saw no bullets, no shrapnel, nothing.
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When the smoke cleared, and the soilders were confident of their victory,
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they were caught, once again, off-guard by what they saw. There was Cappacino,
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the man, the legend, and now he was what seemed to be a myth, standing where he
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had been. About his body, almost like a bubble, there were the bullets,
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suspended in air, as if they'd been put in a mold of clear jello.
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As if in slow motion, Cappa turned to look at the soldiers. The soldiers,
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however, weren't moving in slow motion, they stepped in front of their leader
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and began firing again, feverently, until all of their clips were empty and
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this time, they hoped, would have to be the last time they laid their awestruck
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eyes on this strange escapee.
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The soldiers hopes, while full of faith, weren't enough to estinguish the
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mighty power Cappacino wielded. And wield it he did. The smoke, which re-
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linquished quicker than any of the times previous, broke and gave way to
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bulletswhose unnatural speed and hellish glow gave the effect that they sought to
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return to their original owners. Oxidizer came to consiousness only to see a
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strange, glowing, horizontal rain. So horrible was the rain that it stole
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the lives of warriors who attempted to take his. He looked to where the rain
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came from, only to see his friend and companion, Cappacino, floating some
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inches above the ground and glowing a dull shade of red. To Oxi, it seemed
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like Capp was a superhero-- like the ones in comic books. But as short
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time passed, that image became twisted and distorted, a side of
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Cappacino that Oxi had never seen became painfully evident.
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Most of the soldiers, now absent of life, layed on each other and
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sprawled out, the look of which chilled Oxi's heart and gave him a pain
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in his stomach-- he felt like he could vomit. He covered his eyes, not
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out of fear-- he knew that despite the helter-skelter going on that he
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wasn't going to be harmed, but more out of his deeper thoughts and mental
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pictures of the pain that was being wrought on those who hunted he and his
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friends. Oxidizer heard the terrible screams and cries for help, but he
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would not, and COULD not help them, soldiers-- hunters, as they were,
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came out from where he and his friends wished to flee, and so Cappacino,
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out of power made by theirselves, sent them back to whence they came:
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the Damned-Nation.
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. . .. ..:::] 12:35 By ben ohmart (findline@aol.com) [:::.. .. . .
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"All right, then," she smiled as she replaced the receiver and looked at the
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cat clock on the wall that took a push to move its plastic tail. It would
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recall good time if there was someone there to remind it to swing from
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side to side, and there virtually always was a presence in the small flat
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overlooking one of the many London parks that the government had
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rightly sought to entrap from the land developers There were layers
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of pink material over the expensive furniture, and the window was
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always a crack open to keep the heat from being too much for Clesta
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in the cold of November. The building was centrally heated, and
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whoever owned it, or ran it, must have been a very cold hearted
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person the way the temperature always rose, inside, far above the
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average actually summer heat of southern England, but it was all right
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because it was paid for and there was at least plenty of cold water for
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day baths that shredded her skin to no end when she'd go out of doors,
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into the ripping elements that made her face a marbled likeness of zits and
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red, wrinkled skin Out for the market, she chanced a few solitary remarks
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with the Indian man behind the counter who took her pounds in exchange
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for circular packs of biscuits/crackers, but she was through with her
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optimism by the time he repeated the total for the 5th time. But the streets
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weren't cluttered, and the bookshop windows always had some gentle
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self-employed people smiling out to warm her for the thoughts of that night.
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The dark sky was low enough to grip the tops of the old buildings, but the
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thick atmosphere was used to hanging on to the humidity and refused to rain.
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There was a dog tied to a group of newspaper boxes, and Clesta couldn't
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help but turn her head from side to side like a bitch herself, trying to figure
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out why she thought the creature looked so out of place on the cold
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London streets. The animal was looking gently in the direction of a
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clothing store. Men came out of the place with long coats, and 1
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accidentally hit the dog with the tip of his cane. They laughed for some
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unidentified reason and moved on to the circle of black taxis that
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huddled up beside a distant hotel. She noticed they were all toting book
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fair bags before she turned the corner onto the more pedestrian walkway.
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There were the signs and the blinking lights and the petrol fumed store
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fronts that attracted a percentage of the main stream audience. Clesta
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felt like some dead cooked chicken and its skin, and though she had
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enough money to stay unemployed for the majority of her life, she
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rarely treated herself to stepping beyond the refrigerator door for a
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spot of sustenance. The public scared her, and she would always be
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self-conscious of the way she walked, of the eyes that penetrated her
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broken face yet said nothing, of the groping men of the big city talking
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to themselves and stinking up the perfume of Better passing ladies, wary
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of hands out, fearful of saying no to the wrong person. But without
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incident, she was chewing soon on a 3 piece meal that was
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commercialized as a "snack" box rather than the full grease it was,
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and looking out the window from them all at a safe distance. No one
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looked, no one noticed her that could harm her thoughts, and except
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for the cool drops of the Sprite drink cup on her warming hands, that
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was the best part. Full, she figured she owed herself something as a sort
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of mental dessert, but the record stores were crowded and some of the
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interesting book stores had Will Be Back At signs filling up the
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windows on the doors. There was a side street. The bricks below
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her feet curved until she was walking in the center and her thin hair
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felt the light drizzle that she should've expected. It wasn't bad
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enough to ruin the 1 hairstyle she'd had for a few years, but it was
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the principle of walking in the rain. She walked under the awnings.
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The sounds weren't loud but filtered enough to make her look, and
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remember days with her father going into the pet shops to look at
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all the lovely domestic things that couldn't escape from a life on the
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eye-shelf. The door jingled when it rested back closed, and the
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proprietor was too involved with looking up something in a
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catalog to notice the young woman fall into the dog and cat
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portion of the store, down an unseen wooden step. There they
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were, trapped, lazy, treating the invisible 4th wall with all the
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attention of a drop of water on the coast. Mostly small dogs, and
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not many full grown cats, because they were impossible to get rid
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of, but the basset hound in the corner cage refused to follow through
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with its normal personality and was up and running in circles at the speed
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of 3 miles a day. Clesta looked at the tranquillity of the beasts and the
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dirty rugs she could see some of them laying on. She could image the
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smell. Some were sleeping in their own shit, clumped on to the floor grating,
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except the kittens, snuggled up against one another, far too smart to waste
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time in such filth they'd have to eventually lick off. There was a chime somewhere
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in the distance, and it broke the trance. Stepping over to the placid fish, Clesta
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peeped into the still life of the theatrically lit tanks. For some it was like looking
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into the depths of colorful paintings, where the subject, or fish, only followed
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your eyes if you thought they were following you. Hardly paranoid, but - then
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they darted away. To their respective sandcastles or sunken pirate ships.
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The din of the suddenly alive dog and cat squad made Clesta jump and knock
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a few loose sacks of fish pebble-rocks down to the floor, and the half open
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ones scattered. The dogs were barking, running around, frantically scratching at
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the impossibility of leaving the glass cases. Cats with full teeth showing and hair
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reaching for the low ceiling fought among themselves if they got close enough to
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one another in their abruptly panicked state. "Here!" the shop owner called out.
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"What are you doing?" Clesta jumped at the initial vocal contact, and tried shyly
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to scoot the bulk of cruddy, slightly damp rocks back into the priced bags,
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but the slender woman was standing there, watching Clesta, almost accusingly
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stepping on some rocks the woman knew she was groping for. But the animal s
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creams were enormous, and out of the blue. If Clesta had had the confidence
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to look up, to stare into the woman's face, she would've realized the woman was
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turned the other way around, looking at the dog and cat tanks, trying to figure out
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just what the young terrorist had done to cause such turmoil. The shop owner
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added her implicating screams to the general din, but Clesta just wanted out. It
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was crazy! Thanking the employee and sorrying the employee and I didn't do
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Anythinging the employee, she stormed out, indebted to herself at least for not
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having caused anything, or not having stolen anything so that she was free to
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leave of her own want. Yet the clouds were gray and in one piece, swirling,
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like some kind of magic had put an imperfection into the warming London
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night. Or was it day? She looked through the large window into the pet
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store with wild eyes. Frightened. Not knowing why. The owner was trying
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vainly to stop the howling that could now be heard delicately from the street,
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if anyone was as close to the shop as Clesta still was. If polite coaxing didn't
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help, a broom handle was grabbed, and Clesta couldn't watch the beatings.
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The cats clung to the middle-aged woman's scalp when she tried to get into
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the cages to silence the awful row, but the animals were too frenzied to
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resist a chance of freedom like this. Clesta felt herself jump when the army
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hit the front door, and the small dogs foamed strenuous orders at her.
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The cats were crawling up the dogs, thinking perhaps, this was the way out.
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She had to run away. Stepping into the cab was the quickest thing to do.
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She couldn't stand the feeling that the sky was holding something back
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from her. Too much time in a room with a tv, she knew the effects natural
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disasters had on animals. She'd seen a special or 2 about the way horses
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and pigs and dogs get when an earthquake was in the wind. She'd never
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experienced it first hand, but she could feel something that day. The phone
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was the black rotary kind that isn't sold anymore. She picked half of it up,
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dialed, spoke to the man who'd asked her out. Earlier she didn't notice the
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tremor in the youth's voice, summoning up all his courage to ask her; it
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was the way She spoke, and she expected no others to know or show it.
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Now, she didn't feel the rise of disappointment of the man at the other
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end of the conversation, nearer the good-bye part. She was too upset,
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and she waited. Never thinking about her personal bad luck. Of the only
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night somebody had wanted her. The wait was long, and the tv constantly
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playing shows she couldn't get interested in threw her. The electricity never
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flickered. Worlds didn't collide or shake. Had she had enough strength
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to pee in the bathroom before the inevitable, she would've stood in awe
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at the way the plumbing was still perfect. The animals had got it wrong,
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and she was forced to be alone. She lit a cigarette and played with the
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ashtray as the tv flickered.
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. . .. ..:::] Beer Bundle By Ben Ohmart (findline@aol.com [:::.. .. . .
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Ben Ohmart
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Beer Bundle
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she took my tiger eyes
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I heard sick music playing
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off
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the pictures came back from Epcot
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two sets
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some were large and showed
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Mexico
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and the flash of others in boats
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riding down the stream by
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the restaurant
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my mom was sipping a beer
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in the photograph
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the first time I'd seen her in 3 years
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she looked happy and not homosexual
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but gay
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and laughing with her life-mate
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as they brushed against the firm
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and looked to the ceiling stars
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the great brown god with the
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speakers under his hands
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my focus narrowed
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and she disappeared
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down the ride
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The Laugh Raft
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putting grass-flake boots
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on to go out into the field
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where they said dead fish
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were poluted from the man on
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the hillside with his motorboat crowd
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because he owned the mayor's
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office and clicked his fingers for
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more a girl's wallet that showed her
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as a little poser the rain
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like it started to care
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usurping even the rich and
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bottle-washed
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Farmer's Local
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it was that the farmers
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had had enough of
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never having enough
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rain
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good times
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the usual
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so they couldn't go
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independent anymore
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it was up to all of them
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little frozen foods
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started disappearing from
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the Mobile station where
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they cost you know
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like the change of a war
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or a good personal disease
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off the gold standard
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and stranded on wheat
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for bus fare
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She Sent Me This Soundtrack
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and I put it in the tape recorder
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reading the note
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this is beautiful!
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but is it yours or is it mine?
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I remember you used to record
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soundtracks for me
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so I can't remember
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so I put it in and
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I'd never heard it before
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Button Pocket Mouth Organ
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German the way it is
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from a trip with a hacker-smoker
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who couldn't make the hills
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and London and Greece for one day
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but we have to move along now
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we have to go on
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there's no wandering off
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side streets and
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the coughing got worse
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so that they talked and
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watched the others go
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while the driver timed
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but
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there was always something on the street
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the one with the little road
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the one where Mozart got some students
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a place where my breath is kept in the pouch
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and comes out when I have something
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A through G to say
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. . .. ..:::] My Black Box By Prissy [:::.. .. . .
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MY BLACK BOX
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black, lonely, cold and still
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embracing me and my loniness.
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shadows on walls just watch and stare
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as glowing figures dance.
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no sounds to be heard nor none to be made
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just a slight breeze in the distance.
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no one to comfort, no one to hold
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for that day has not yet arrived.
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i have thoughts that need to be said
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darkness is all that will listen.
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tomorrow will come and darkness will fade
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but the shadows still whisper to me.
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By Pinguino
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. . .. ..:::] Doppelganger : Chapter one By Crowe [:::.. .. . .
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Doppelganger -
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Chapter One
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by Crowe
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The house was especially cold tonight. Colder that I remember it ever being.
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I walked in the door and flicked the lights on. I took a quick look around and
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walked over to my table and tossed the keys down. I found a note on the
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fridge from Cierra, (she's one of the girls from my past that always finds a
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way back into my life) and she said she had gotten into some trouble and
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needed my help. She's big on trouble, but what can I say? She learned that
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one from me. She's been seeing some guy for about six weeks now. Some
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sort of science geek from the university. He's some sort of bioligist or one
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of those big things that end in "ist', real creep if ya ask me. I guess she can't
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have a geek taking care of her problems. This is one women that has some
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baggage, and not the kind some dink nerd boy's gonna be able to handle.
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Her baggage comes equipped with guns usually. Thats where I come in.
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<later>
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*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
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"This is the machine, you know what to do"
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*beep*
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"Nathan, where the hell are you. I've left notes, tried to call and your ass
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is Never there. Get your ass .... Shit.."
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Crashing sounds cut off the recording.
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"Fuck!"
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Nathan runs towards his closet, pulls it open and grabs a gun harness and
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a few other items , he disregards his usual arsenal of equipment, speed was
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more important.
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<later still>
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Nathan kicks in the door, gun pulled. Looking left and right he quickly moves into
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the house. Nothing so far. The place is dark, and trashed. He makes his way
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through the lower levels, and heads for upstairs. In a few minutes, he's
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sure the house is empty, except for the blood near the phone. He hangs
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his head and pauses. Holstering his gun, he neals down near the phone,
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which is still off the hook and hangs it up.
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Thinking again.
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Theres too much blood here, way too much. My god what kind of
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monster did this.
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Sirens.
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"Shit, no time to check this out. Hope the boys in blue know what
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there doing."
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Nathan quickly wipes his prints off the phone and ducks out the back.
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And good thing he parked his bike off road about quater of a mile back.
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Tommorrow.
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*Knock Knock Knock*
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"Its goddam 4 in the morning, this better be fucking good."
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"Dobe, its Giest, let me in before I set your damned dog on fire"
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"Giest, you even joke about that again, and I'll let him eat your
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ass alive."
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The door flies open and Giest slides into the hallway like a cold
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breeze. This time in full suit.
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"You been out all night or just getting started."
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"All night, look, I need your help. You know where strom and the
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others are?"
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"No, but a I can get them pretty quick. Whats the low down?"
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"I think somone's Kidnapped Cierra, and she's lost alot of blood"
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"I'll get spike and pick up the others, you go get strom. You seem
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to be the only one who can ever find him."
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"Yeah, brilliant minds think alike I guess" Trying to smile.
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I've never really rememberd much about my past, or who I am
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or where I even come from. But I do know I'm more than human
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somehow. I'm faster and stronger, and I've got the money
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for all this equipment. But what good is all of it if I can't
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keep my friends alive. I can't protect those close to me, much
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less the millions of people in Neon City. I feel so Goddamn Helpless.
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Elswhere.
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"Doberman, whats up with Giest, what happened? I've never seen
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him like this."
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"Man strom, you know he can hear you."
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"Yeah, but any time he's hanging around the balcony ledge, there's
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always something wrong, so what is it this time?"
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"Somene napped Cierra, and It doesn't look good, He had some
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torn cloth from the scene and I still haven't picked up a trail."
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"Shit. You mean your super snout hasn't picked up nothing yet?"
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"Nothing but the fact you need a bath, how long since you been
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outta your damn suit anyway, Damn"
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"Shut the hell up. I thought he and Cierra were through"
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"They are, but that doesn't mean there not friends, and it was
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here that was through with him. Not the other way around"
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"Good point. So what now"
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The sliding door flies open, Giest enters the room in his
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usual agile manner.
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"Now, gentlemen, We find this mother fucker and put him six
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feet underground. I'm going to Days End, you guys split up and
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dig up some info. I'm going to swing by The university and ask
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Dr. "love" if he knew anything about whats going on. Use the com
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links if you find out anything."
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"You got it man, dobe, lets roll."
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. . .. ..:::] Free By By Evil Lynn [:::.. .. . .
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Free
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By: Evil_Lynn
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The moon is out,
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The weather is great,
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Here I am free,
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Free to my will,
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Free to do my own thing.
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Here I am,
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Wild and free,
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The way I need to be.
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Free to do my own thing,
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Wanting to run,
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Wanting and waiting,
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To be set free.
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My spirit,
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Wanting, needing, willing
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To be set free.
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As free as the birds,
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Flying and soaring high in the sky.
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As free as the deer,
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Running across the fields.
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As free as the wolf,
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Doing the thing,
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He needs to do.
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Here I am,
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Finally free,
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To my hearts desire.
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. . .. ..:::] Untitled By Cappacino [:::.. .. . .
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"the time drawes nearer, I will come for you."
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I am my own, though greater than man I am. I am held no
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longer by boundaries and rules set by men. The wills of other
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men are palm-held by people who are no more above them than the
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|
hopes and dreams that they themselves carry.
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Held, literally, by the crudely-taught and harshly-learned
|
|
"laws" of reality-- space and time and the "laws" of land (set
|
|
by men)-- ethics, self-right and the right to peace, I have lost
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my mind, a mind which spanned the reaches of galaxies and a
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myriad of realities, the knowledge of deities.
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This mold of life I have been set into I have broken, thus fear my
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mighty wrath. The mold, which has held me for so long, it
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seems, had kept me under the wills of others-- but wills and souls,
|
|
others won't understand, are nothing compared to my celestial
|
|
essence. My essence cannot be seen, nor felt, nor sensed, lest
|
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it want be-- when my time comes, fear my mighty wrath.
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My wrath, though it may destroy myself, will rid the world of
|
|
not only those who have protested and gone against me, but the
|
|
evil of the world as well. I claim not at all to be a savior,
|
|
nor am I a martyr in any sense-- I merely despise evil in its
|
|
darkest forms (evil in small amounts, is healthy, albeit evil in
|
|
any form is evil indeed).
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All who understand will fear my wrath and will move silently
|
|
aside whilst I purge and
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So those who know that I am coming for them, pray to your Lord.
|
|
Call in the friends who owe you favors. Hire minions to find
|
|
me. Do what you will with who you will, send them after me...
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"...we shall see who I drag screaming to hell with me."
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. . .. ..:::] Elixir By Various Artists [:::.. .. . .
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Essence of life
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pure, untouched
|
|
blessed with The power
|
|
of passion,
|
|
as liquid, as water
|
|
as hard as rock
|
|
it cannot be tainted,
|
|
a virgin of god
|
|
The power within
|
|
grants the power without
|
|
The elixir of life
|
|
of healing and living
|
|
and ressurectionof soul.
|
|
Lifes essence endures
|
|
through the elixir
|
|
through it's passing
|
|
are we given power.
|
|
power without dwells
|
|
and swells within
|
|
the bottle that our flesh,
|
|
transcends ends, begins
|
|
and serves what end.
|
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|
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|
. . .. ..:::] Fading Excistance By Skylab [:::.. .. . .
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- fading excistance -
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dying rainbow,
|
|
flashing sun
|
|
just the ending,
|
|
the glow
|
|
where all begun.....
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|
|
the ending of time,
|
|
excistance
|
|
all.
|
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|
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this story called life
|
|
the earth
|
|
all.
|
|
|
|
seeing, bleeding
|
|
stars that die
|
|
it's time they moved on
|
|
they left, said goodbye....
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|
|
to all they met
|
|
under their millions of lights
|
|
to every and one
|
|
that stared at their glow
|
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|
|
.....they said goodnight.
|
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|
skylab (skylb@hotmail.com)
|
|
-september '97-
|
|
.....and time ticks on...and on..and on...and.......
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|
. . .. ..:::] Hi By Findline@aol.com [:::.. .. . .
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|
|
Hi
|
|
i don't expect you to know it
|
|
when i put the gun in your hand
|
|
but you could at least shoot the man
|
|
when he's down
|
|
|
|
Lost Inside My Cell
|
|
i had the splattered balls of 4 men
|
|
on the door to the cell, and i kept banging
|
|
for them to do something about the smell
|
|
but every time they came in
|
|
came my fist into the flesh
|
|
and i couldn't help pulling noses apart
|
|
the way they looked like holes
|
|
waiting for something anyway
|
|
and how breathing was always fucking plural
|
|
but after five hours and too many Chinamen
|
|
having their legs plucked hairless like the chicken
|
|
they pretended to be, coming in carrying
|
|
against me with nothing, i have no patience
|
|
then the gas came in, they were pellets
|
|
because i knew the difference between those
|
|
and what it took to get me out of the house
|
|
but this time i'm not going i'm not going
|
|
i'm
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|
|
Filthy & Dirty
|
|
this was how they fucking talked on tv
|
|
but i took the black stick and shoved it
|
|
right up the cop's ass, right through the clothes
|
|
as he screamed for my grip to go on
|
|
cause i knew he liked it, there were two more
|
|
and they wanted it, i could see and hear
|
|
what i heard they said they wanted it
|
|
but they'd have to give the sticks to me
|
|
the other was bleeding and cracked when
|
|
they tried to pull it out i kept saying to the other guys
|
|
what they'd have to do for me but my sweat went
|
|
red and i could tell that my bad bad headache
|
|
was moving in two places now
|
|
but i smiled and went down and shouted
|
|
and i started licking what was coming out
|
|
because it was the only way to keep it all in
|
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|
|
werty
|
|
pulse caught NYNEX and chopped for a street
|
|
the Optional Services pretended they needed pay
|
|
smoking dogs on the curb in black neighbors where cool was visionary
|
|
wells and pumps and giving off what the white call that smell
|
|
order Hormel when it matters and children hooking young this year
|
|
tried her on and she wouldn't fit yet, give me no guarantee
|
|
chase, and the father, no stick, knows those hands
|
|
she's crying and makes no bother but there's no moon on the money
|
|
gotta eat shit, it's all that comes to, faith's a church away
|
|
but the priest means word comfort and there is nothing beyond the phone
|
|
worth worrying, people crossing line of sight like names matter to do What today
|
|
trees black with birds and growing vomit into breaking bricks like bottles
|
|
in store bags means something, while they look and they stare each other out
|
|
popping sweet slicks into shadow holes, women grazing into chop shops
|
|
finding bill threw away at the start, somebody asks with one foot
|
|
and expects coin applause for being stupid, the night arresting cars that know better
|
|
walk into where music slops into tiny cars with no windows and faggots
|
|
dream together in houses that show their checking accounts, where maybe the widow
|
|
is on the woodpile, trying to get crack to want nature to pay, slinking cleavage
|
|
to the front of the store, child with half an opened Barbie, depends on tonight
|
|
pipe, address book, hand that falls experienced between a yard and street
|
|
that goes until it hits a few mirrors. If they were bigger the squirrel would matter
|
|
and the ape wouldn't try for zoos, a clear disk goes labeled, throws like it won't
|
|
hit anything, considering anywhere out of the way is garbage, it does matter,
|
|
it doesn't matter, the police are in heat, radios play music, there's an ink smell
|
|
in Bridget's face when the portable goes adjusted, right by the right time
|
|
the bone into a hollow of already scarred cheek, the fuzz of the telephone lines
|
|
keep them happy and a shot could be when the channel is changed
|
|
just to see what happens
|
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|
|
|
|
. . .. ..:::] Hidden Obsession By Skylab [:::.. .. . .
|
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|
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- hidden Obsession -
|
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|
|
|
|
eternal lies
|
|
trapped inside
|
|
this memory
|
|
of mine
|
|
that keeps me
|
|
going,
|
|
and going
|
|
'till the ends
|
|
of my existance
|
|
and beyond....
|
|
|
|
......my hidden obsession,
|
|
|
|
...she died...
|
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|
|
skylab (skylb@hotmail.com)
|
|
10-8-97
|
|
requested by chrom
|
|
|
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|
|
. . .. ..:::] Abuse By Evil Lynn [:::.. .. . .
|
|
|
|
Abuse
|
|
BY: Evil_Lynn
|
|
|
|
Why does abuse happen?
|
|
I do not know.
|
|
Is it because a person is mad or upset?
|
|
I do not know.
|
|
How can a person beat another regardless of age?
|
|
I do not know.
|
|
Is it because they have hatred in their heart and blood?
|
|
I do not know.
|
|
I often wonder,
|
|
Why do so many children die each year to abuse?
|
|
It's not right,
|
|
So many innocent are beaten to death,
|
|
while the guilty are alive and well.
|
|
With nothing done to them.
|
|
Why is nothing done?
|
|
Is it because there are not enough hours in a day?
|
|
Is it because there are not enough rooms in the prisons?
|
|
Why are the guilty never punished?
|
|
They are walking and ready to strike again.
|
|
So many children's souls are disturbed,
|
|
Unable to rest,
|
|
When something is done,
|
|
Their souls will rest in peace for eternity.
|
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|
|
|
|
. . .. ..:::] My Knight By Evil Lynn [:::.. .. . .
|
|
|
|
To My Knight
|
|
By Evil_Lynn
|
|
|
|
You are my knight,
|
|
My knight in shining armor.
|
|
The knight,
|
|
Who saves me from danger.
|
|
The knight,
|
|
who risks everything for me,
|
|
A person,
|
|
Who loves you.
|
|
A person,
|
|
who is afraid to admit it.
|
|
A person,
|
|
You love.
|
|
My knight,
|
|
It is you,
|
|
I love.
|
|
No matter,
|
|
Where I am,
|
|
Or who I'm with.
|
|
Does not matter,
|
|
For my heart,
|
|
Belongs to you.
|
|
Yet,
|
|
You have not noticed.
|
|
I see you,
|
|
My heart burns,
|
|
For you,
|
|
And no one else.
|
|
|
|
|
|
. . .. ..:::] Longshot By Crowe [:::.. .. . .
|
|
|
|
Longshot
|
|
by: Crowe
|
|
|
|
I guess you could say it was just luck, dumb luck at that, that I met her the way I did. I came to work
|
|
dressed , well, uncomfortably. I was in a hurry, slept late and didnÆt bother to take the time to get properly
|
|
cleaned up. Not an unusual thing really, I stayed up far too late the night before. Odds are I was playing
|
|
some online game or surfing the ever growing Internet as I often did. About 7 or 8 months prior to this
|
|
unique day, I had been dumped by my ex girlfriend, but thatÆs another story all together. Today
|
|
was a particularly lazy day (though thatÆs not saying much, especially where Grimster is concerned) and I
|
|
was avoiding the front like the plague. On Monday Grimster took in a computer that had been struck
|
|
by lightning (oh, by the way, I am a computer technician) and needed a new mother board and a few other
|
|
key components. Nothing odd. Business as usual. Well, he said some cute chic had brought it in, and that
|
|
her father was with her. He said she was quite fine, but Grimster was notorious for having , shall we say,
|
|
less than suitable taste in women, basically, the main requirement was a pulse. Well today rolls around
|
|
and IÆm still ducking the front but its about 1:00 and Grimster is the only one in the back everyone else has
|
|
managed to sneak off to lunch, and if thereÆs one thing you need to know about Grimster, is that he is the
|
|
EMBODIEMENT of lazy. He bitched and bitched until I went up front when This chic came in to pick up
|
|
her machine, so I finally got of my lazy ass and went up front. That hallway was never been so long in my
|
|
life. I thought I would never make it to the other end. I felt like I was in a giant telescope. She stood at the
|
|
other end, waiting like some executioner about to cart me off to remove my head.
|
|
|
|
So I finally make it down the hall, and she is every bit as cute as Grimster said she was, and then some.
|
|
She was a lot taller than most of the other girls I have dated in the past, but she was thin and had a very cute
|
|
walk about her. Her Dad came over to me and asked me a few questions about the machine, and I pretty much let each
|
|
word enter one ear, and take a flying leap out the other. I was trying to get a better look at this
|
|
fine computer chic I had before me. I used to tell all my friends that a girl had to meet certain requirements
|
|
before I would date again. The girl had to be Pretty, Intelligent, like Movies, Computers, wear a baseball
|
|
cap and drive a truck. What are the odds of finding such a girl right? I thought I was safe, but NO! In she
|
|
walks, right into my place of employment, right up to me. We sat down to do the invoice for the work and I
|
|
over heard them discussing Senior pictures so I knew she was old enough to go out with me so I got nervous now.
|
|
When we had her computer, we noticed she had icq, a tool most of us around her used to send quick messages to
|
|
one another. Well after she asked me a few questions and I had finished the invoice and collected their hard
|
|
earned cash, I tried to be cool by writing on my card my e-mail address and saying: "HereÆs my e-mail address,
|
|
if you have any questions or need any help, or just get board, drop me an e-mail." To me this was as good as
|
|
a phone number, at least these days. You see, I tell my friends all the time, if you donÆt have e-mail, then
|
|
we just donÆt have enough in common.
|
|
|
|
Her father walked with a cane, and they had their old parts to take out, as well as the rebuilt machine, so I
|
|
offered to carry out the heaviest part (the computer) and she led the way. Now I got a good view of those
|
|
long legs and nice ass and that sexy walk. She new I was looking, and I could tell she was a little nervous
|
|
but thatÆs kinda like the pot calling the kettle black one that one. I was as nervous as they come. After all
|
|
it had been over 8 months since I even thought about dating anyone. Well, she gets in the truck (truck!)
|
|
and heads of to God knows where.
|
|
|
|
Back inside Grimster is having a field day grilling me about the whole ordeal. "Did you get her number?"
|
|
"Did you ask her out" and that sort of shit. I told him I gave her my e-mail address and he asked If I thought
|
|
sheÆd use it. I said, "yeah, I do think she will" with a big smile on my face. He cracked up and mentioned
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she had ICQ. So I began searching in the ICQ database for her name, and I looked for over an hour. I couldnÆt
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find even a trace. About this time Grimster has decided he wants Ice cream from the Shop next
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door to us, and as usual heÆs so lazy he canÆt even go get his own food. ThereÆs only one thing Grimster
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loves more than being lazy, and thatÆs food. I take off to the shop next door to get him his grocery list
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of ice cream goodies and when I get back, heÆs on the phone with her. Seems she was having some modem
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trouble and asked for me, but I was out. I told him to get her ICQ number, but she wasnÆt sure how to get it,
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so he gave her his, and she contacted him, and thatÆs how we got her number.
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Later That Night, once Settled at home, I fired up the old computer and jumped back onto the Internet.
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I loaded up my trusty ICQ and added her to my Contact list. She was online. We started sending messages back
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and forth, and after a while, the subject of movies came up, and that sheÆd been meaning to see one that was out.
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I offered to take her , and thatÆs that. WeÆve been together ever since. That was over 3 months ago. Luck? Skill?
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Who the hell knows. IÆm with her now though!
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Crowe
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. . .. ..:::] Fast and Far By Pinguino [:::.. .. . .
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Fast and Far
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-by pinguino
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Don't take this the wrong way, but you know too much.
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Stay til the 2nd, when you were supposed to go.
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Just stay another night. You'll devestate people-StayStayStay-
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Trembling and terrified, seeking comfort in the arms of the newsbearer
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Who to trust; the world spins inversely
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What is trust when it's a concept ignored when the boat splinters apart
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They are out there, trying to come in-StopBeingParanoid-They want to kill
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Fearless of disposable bodies-ItWasJustAnAccident-They want to kill
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To kill one who was once a friend, or a trusted acquaintance
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What is trust when you jump to conclusions?
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I drive fast and far, stopping for gas-Wait-
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The gas cap won't come off. Struggling sleepily with an object
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Like getting childproof caps off in the middle of the night
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The key doesn't fit anymore
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A hundred miles from home. Stranded-IGotLucky-Asking for help
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People feel pity and the gas cap is forcefully removed
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They're insane; wanted to leave me in the desert for the truckers and
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cacti and snakes and inbred hicks to find-TheyWantedMeToStay-
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I got lucky
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Are they following me? What car is that? What state are the plates?
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I duck down in my seat and drive
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Never been hunted before
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The game isn't fun anymore
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Each car that passes increases my nervousness. I duck a lot
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People must think I'm a weirdo
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Good, more of the road for me
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Thinking hurts a lot
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Especially when your perceptions of friends and friendship
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Within an hour
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Warps into the purest form of terror imaginable
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It's weird knowing people want your existance erased
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Just because you know too much
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Because they trusted you and changed their minds
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You can't move files in the human brain
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I drive fast and far, past the state line
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Glad I didn't stay an hour longer
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I smile
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Giddy explosive laughter-IMadeIt-Everything will be okay
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They didn't follow
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I'm still here
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A new adventure lies ahead.
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. . .. ..:::] Loser By Evil Lynn [:::.. .. . .
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Loser
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By: Evil_Lynn
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You wrote the peom the loser.
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You was not talking about you.
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You was talking about me.
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Everyone says I don't care about anything.
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But they are wrong,
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I care about you.
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Am I the loser?
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No onw answers my question.
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I'm lost behind the black door.
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I'm alone and frightened.
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I'm quite,
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Trying to hear the answer,
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No one answers.
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So I ask one more time.
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Am I the loser?
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Am I the one you wrote about?
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. . .. ..:::] Lost in Dispare by Evil Lynn [:::.. .. . .
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Lost In Dispare
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By: Evil_Lynn
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Lost in dispare,
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Without him,
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So lonely,
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So sad,
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Eyes burning with tears,
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As I struggle to keep each tear.
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I'm just lost,
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Lost in dispare.
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. . .. ..:::] Memories by Evil Lynn [:::.. .. . .
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Memories
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BY: Evil_Lynn
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My memories,
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Nightmares,
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Restless nights,
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To afraid to sleep,
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Waking in fear,
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Wondering will he ever return,
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Sleepless nights,
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Filled with haunting memories.
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Memories by day,
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Nightmares by night.
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I ask myself,
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How long will you fear him?
|
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When will the nightmares end?
|
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I ask myself,
|
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Will my memories always haunt me?
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I ask,
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When will it end?
|
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When?
|
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But no one answers,
|
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I'm alone,
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And frightened,
|
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To afraid to sleep,
|
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Wondering if the nightmares will return tonight,
|
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Wondeering if my fear will return tomorrow.
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. . .. ..:::] Escape By Night Rage [:::.. .. . .
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I only want
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What I cannot have.
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What I have
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I only flaunt.
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Down time
|
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Gone offline
|
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Fade away
|
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Till another day.
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Here I wait
|
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In dreaming state
|
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To look at you
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But I never do.
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I only need
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What I will not have.
|
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What I have
|
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I will not heed.
|
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|
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Back online.
|
|
Who to find?
|
|
What game to play?
|
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What words to say?
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|
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My inner bane
|
|
When mad turns sane
|
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My own cruel fate
|
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I can't escape.
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Night Rage
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. . .. ..:::] Prologe By Night Rage [:::.. .. . .
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Prologue
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We are gathered here today
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to bring this man and woman together in holy matrimony
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to pass judgment upon you for breaking the most serious of our crimes.
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|
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That, of breaking the vow of secrecy
|
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to share the most sacred vow
|
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that has existed for so long between our races
|
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that represents the love that exists between these two people
|
|
|
|
Do you, Kairn Sarr, understand the charges that have been brought against you?
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Do you, Kevin Smith, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?
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I do
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Then, by the power given to me, by the High Council of the Draken
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|
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Then, by the power vested in me as minister
|
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I now pronounce you
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Husband and wife.
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Guilty as charged!
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You may kiss the bride
|
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You may take the prisoner away for sentencing.
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* * *
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The High Council has decided upon your sentence.
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Death is too honorable an option for one such as you.
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|
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For the punishment to fit a crime so heinous
|
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|
|
The greatest of us gathered here will call upon our mystic power
|
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|
|
To cast the spell, as your ancestor did long ago, of transformation.
|
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|
|
You will permanently become what you so pretended to be
|
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|
|
And yet betrayed that very secret for a love forbidden by our law
|
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|
|
Do you have any last requests?
|
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|
|
Yes. Let me see her one last time
|
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|
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* * *
|
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|
I can't believe we're really married.
|
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|
|
I've waited so long for this moment.
|
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I love you so much.
|
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|
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And now we have our whole lives to spend together.
|
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|
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. . .
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|
Kevin, what's wrong?
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. . .
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Kevin, look at me.
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You know I don't care
|
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|
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I'll always love you for who you are
|
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|
|
No matter what the risks are
|
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|
|
I love you.
|
|
|
|
And I love you.
|
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|
|
Then please stop worrying.
|
|
|
|
We'll go away, far away, where they can't find us.
|
|
|
|
I don't care where we go
|
|
|
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All that matters is being with you.
|
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|
|
* * *
|
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|
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|
|
Kevin, I'm so glad you're home.
|
|
|
|
Come back here and see the lilacs, they're just coming into bloom.
|
|
|
|
They're so beautiful this time of year.
|
|
|
|
Kevin?
|
|
|
|
Wha...Who are you?
|
|
|
|
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
|
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|
|
* * *
|
|
|
|
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
|
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|
|
You fucking bastards!
|
|
|
|
You killed her!
|
|
|
|
Goddamnit, why did you kill her?
|
|
|
|
She didn't have to die!
|
|
|
|
She was innocent!
|
|
|
|
Her blood is on your hands, Kairn.
|
|
|
|
I'm going to kill every last one of you.
|
|
|
|
I SWEAR IT!
|
|
|
|
No, Kairn, because you won't remember any of this.
|
|
|
|
In your mind, none of this will have ever happened.
|
|
|
|
* * *
|
|
|
|
Has the prisoner been prepared?
|
|
|
|
Yes, your highness.
|
|
|
|
Excellent. Then the ceremony will begin.
|
|
|
|
* * *
|
|
|
|
Can you hear that Kevin?
|
|
|
|
Dominae hominus somina
|
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|
|
It's so beautiful. I never knew this place existed
|
|
|
|
Britae culiman talima
|
|
|
|
So this is where your ancestors lived?
|
|
|
|
Gulima sorite dominae
|
|
|
|
There's a reason I brought you here
|
|
|
|
We call upon the spirit of Kall De Sarr
|
|
|
|
I never had the courage before now to say these words
|
|
|
|
grant us the power of transformation
|
|
|
|
I love you
|
|
|
|
so that we may preserve our way of life
|
|
|
|
I want to spend the rest of my life with you
|
|
|
|
Will you grant us justice?
|
|
|
|
Will you marry me?
|
|
|
|
* * *
|
|
|
|
Excuse me, your highness?
|
|
|
|
Has the ceremony been completed?
|
|
|
|
Yes, your highness, but...
|
|
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
Something has gone wrong.
|
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|
|
. . .. ..:::] Solace By Night Rage [:::.. .. . .
|
|
|
|
|
|
Solace
|
|
|
|
The night begins, the shadows rising
|
|
|
|
Darkness ends another day.
|
|
|
|
The stillness beckons, so inviting
|
|
|
|
Begging you to sit and stay
|
|
|
|
Where demons of your life won't haunt you
|
|
|
|
And solace sends the mind away
|
|
|
|
Run away
|
|
|
|
Don't let the anger build inside you
|
|
|
|
Look away
|
|
|
|
Allow the peace of night to guide you
|
|
|
|
Fall away
|
|
|
|
Forget the chains of life that bind you
|
|
|
|
Fly away
|
|
|
|
Leave the world you hate behind you
|
|
|
|
Night Rage
|
|
|
|
|
|
. . .. ..:::] Emotional Overload By Pinguino [:::.. .. . .
|
|
|
|
.xXx. Emotional Overload .xXx.
|
|
by pinguino
|
|
|
|
They thought it was a dying relationship
|
|
They thought it was a passing illness
|
|
They thought it was pure boredom
|
|
They underestimate.
|
|
Knowing within myself that I needed to hide my trueness
|
|
That to let reality slip and wave hello would scare people away
|
|
A massive wall was built
|
|
One by one the guards were picked off
|
|
The door slowly opened
|
|
Then shut
|
|
For someone had seen within.
|
|
I show myself to noone
|
|
Keeping myself from even myself
|
|
Becoming robotic in decisions and creations
|
|
Mechanical in both speech and thought
|
|
I had fooled myself.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
. . .. ..:::] The Piracy of your Own Home By Ben Ohmart [:::.. .. . .
|
|
|
|
|
|
The Piracy of Your Own Home
|
|
by ben ohmart
|
|
"'Nother piece of stuffing then?" I asked.
|
|
Her laced sleeve was sopping up the gravy, but I didn't say anything. We had plenty.
|
|
"Are there any more turkey legs?"
|
|
"You had 2."
|
|
"Are there any more?"
|
|
"Lemme see..." I looked, looked under some wings, but all I could offer was some red
|
|
congealing liquid that I only hoped was of the cranberry. Her mother began to smell
|
|
in the corner. It was just the three of us, and I always had to sit between the round
|
|
wooden table and the kitchen's window of the trailer because I was the youngest, and
|
|
could always manage to squeeze out semi-easily after a feast. I didn't mind, and I
|
|
was always close to the refrigerator door so that I could pop it open and raid the
|
|
door for more drinks if our Naz (a grape drink fortified with 10 parts alcoholic
|
|
medicine) cans felt lighter. A knock. My wife got up to answer it, and I put some
|
|
more jellybean casserole on mom's plate so it would keep her chewing, and then her
|
|
mouth would be closed at least Half the time, and sugar is a great deodorant if
|
|
used in the right place. A man's low voice rumbled, then Uma came in, engrossed
|
|
in a paper which I could tell from filtered sunlight was far too short to be taking
|
|
this much time. There were men coming in, in big brown-encrusted boots, beginning to
|
|
hollow out our home savagely. Quick as prune juice they had the good couch out,
|
|
followed by the ratty couch, followed by the couch we don't even talk about from
|
|
the sewing room, and a few underlings were taking orders from the low voice about
|
|
unplugging things. "Hey!"
|
|
Uma handed me a work order, and I tried to gulp down a little Stove Top while I read.
|
|
But I must admit the guy with the wide white eyes staring down at us, obviously
|
|
waiting, a Polite way to do it in his village I guessed, for us to be through
|
|
with the table, didn't help my feeding. As he was sort of in charge of doing
|
|
the kitchen - a lot of things were iffy, but I can read between the pages - he
|
|
began collecting up all the little framed needlepoints, and yarn paintings,
|
|
and putting them in a little stack, which he put all on a wooden tray my wife's
|
|
mom hadn't used for years. The feet pounded as the bed came out of the far and
|
|
end room, mattress turned sideways, still with the General Hospital bedthings on
|
|
it flopping unevenly, but I stood up to catch the main guy.
|
|
"What is this? I didn't sign anything! Who are you?"
|
|
"You're going to have to move."
|
|
"Not till you tell me something! What? Nothing's owing. I don't drink, passing out
|
|
on a bet or something -"
|
|
"You're going to have to move," he repeated.
|
|
"I am Not moving, I'll bet you a five I'm not moving!"
|
|
"You're going to have to move sometime."
|
|
I stared at him. He never blinked. God how I hated that. I had to concede he was
|
|
right, steadying on a faulty footing. I had to say he was right and gave him the
|
|
five. The troops came in with brown banana boxes and began putting everything we
|
|
owned between sheets of bubble paper. Mom had fun pretending to help, then snapping
|
|
away, but I was outraged, and tried to read the paper in my hand more thoroughly. I
|
|
couldn't tell what the signature was, too scribbled. And the rest was just a
|
|
moving company's form, with a typed invoice about moving "everything out".
|
|
It gave the address to where it was all going.
|
|
But by the time my eyes got off the paper, they were all gone, and everything we'd
|
|
ever worked for, money not included, out with them. I told Uma to stay with mother,
|
|
and I hopped in my car which they'd still left for some reason. I didn't care about
|
|
catching them, but I was going to see this "other" that was getting our goods.
|
|
I drove into a swimming pool because I couldn't see the parking lot at night. The
|
|
man with the funny walk came out in a beaten brown bathrobe and helped me up the
|
|
stairs of the shallow end. Considering I just lost everything else, bank account
|
|
still not in there, he was quite cordial and offered me a restorative drinky within.
|
|
I followed, and pushing the glass door shut, turned around to find my home,
|
|
in another man's home. He offered me a seat, and I took the ratty couch. He
|
|
was using the good one for tv fodder. That was quick. Those moving men were
|
|
professionals, you had to give them that, and everything else.
|
|
I looked around, and around. He explained everything, and I nodded.
|
|
|
|
|
|
. . .. ..:::] Unspoken Rule By Crowe [:::.. .. . .
|
|
|
|
Unspoken Rule
|
|
|
|
Me and my buds at work always manage to get into the strangest conversations.
|
|
Alot of the times, sex comes up. Typical for most of us. Well, we just recently
|
|
got a new employee (our current secretary's daughter) and she's the same
|
|
age as me and the other 2 technicians. Grimster and Nightrage to be specific.
|
|
Well, so far we've discussed all manner of things. Usually at lunch, but not
|
|
always. Well, somehow, one day she brings up the subject of mens units.
|
|
She said that she hadn't really seen that many and wondered if men took
|
|
a peak at each others while they were in public bathrooms. She's kinda
|
|
niave to say the least.
|
|
|
|
So the debate begins. We try to explain to her, that when men use the public
|
|
restrooms, we simply DO NOT look. I'm sure there are men out there who
|
|
try and get an eyefull, but as a general rule , an unspoken rule, when two
|
|
men are sharing a public facility, you don't say hi, you don't turn your head,
|
|
you don't discuss men stuff while your taking a shit. Women socialize in the
|
|
bathroom. Men go in, do there thing, and move on. The bathroom, to men,
|
|
is a VOID, a place where you end up at various times during the day, and
|
|
through out, where you releive certain bodily functions. It is not, however,
|
|
a place where you talk to other men, acknowledge there exisitance, or
|
|
most importantly, take a peek at his dick. I understand that part of being
|
|
a women is a natural attraction to other women, and women tend to check
|
|
each other out. MEN do NOT. No. We don't look, we don't peek. This is
|
|
one of the sacred UNSPOKEN Rules.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
. . .. ..:::] Endless Eternal by Crowe [:::.. .. . .
|
|
|
|
Endless Eternal
|
|
|
|
How did I get so lucky
|
|
to win this love
|
|
What could I have done
|
|
If I had known
|
|
would I ahve changed
|
|
to keep the past?
|
|
If I had known
|
|
we would meet
|
|
But knowing what I do
|
|
that you'ld come to me
|
|
and be so great
|
|
I'd never have changed
|
|
that which is now set
|
|
so thankful am I
|
|
that we were crossed
|
|
that by chance another way
|
|
would have lost our love
|
|
so when I look into your eyes
|
|
and seem lost endlessly
|
|
know that your love
|
|
is my universe where I dwell
|
|
so the love for you
|
|
I hold within
|
|
can never be taken
|
|
from my chest
|
|
my arms will always hold you
|
|
while I give my life to you
|
|
for you, anything
|
|
Anytime, I am yours, Eternal.
|
|
|
|
The Crowe
|
|
|
|
|
|
. . .. ..:::] Love Her by Crowe [:::.. .. . .
|
|
|
|
L o v e H e r
|
|
|
|
Darkness is my shroud, mystery my viel, but you bring light,
|
|
and darkness does dispell.
|
|
but your voice so sweet, like you tender touch, is but a
|
|
reminder of so much.
|
|
So much love, living has lost, but now I know its price,and I
|
|
pay its cost.
|
|
|
|
Your my joy, my every happiness
|
|
In your every kiss
|
|
Your are my tender love, My endless glee
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Ever since you walked in to see
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My life is better, with your every step
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My life hangs on your every breath
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And now that your in my life
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You complete me, and someday, could be my wife
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So love me, best as you can
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And know I'll always be, your man
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Loving you with all my dreams
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While making you smile and your eyes gleam.
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I wish there were some way,
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I could capture all the power in the universe
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and give it to you,
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I wish I had some way to show you
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how much I care,
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I wish there were werds
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that described my love for you,
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I only hope you can feel the passion
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and the flames of how my love burns
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for you, My world would never be the same
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without you in it.
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I'd give my soul, my life, my heart,
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i'd give it all to you..
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I need you, I want you, and I love you.
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My love is like rain
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and showers you with affection.
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My love is like the stars
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and always shines brightly.
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My love is like Life
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Growing each day.
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And most of all
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My love is for you.
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If you were taken from me,
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it would turn my world to lies
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And the only way for me
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would be to wallow in my cries
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The sorrow I would feel
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If you took your love away
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Could never quell the emptiness
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Of living out my days
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So as long as your with me
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and your heart beats true
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I'll always stand before you
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Always truely loving you.
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The earth upon which you walk
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is nothing more than a shell
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for without your love
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I would surely be in hell
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I love you with a dragons might
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and all my hopes are
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of one day holding you
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In the summer night
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and as long as your there
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to guard my soul
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I'll stay with you
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till I grow old.
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the light of love, The embrace of Warm feelings
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The tender voice and long evenings
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The way you stare with your glowing eyes
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Dispell the darkest of night skies
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leaving me free to love you true
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leaving me free to be loving you
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The Crowe
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. . .. ..:::] Love Grooves by Crowe [:::.. .. . .
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The motions and emotions
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The moves and grooves
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The rolling and strolling
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the winds calm blowing
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As love moves me
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soothes me
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even cools me
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Embraces me
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In your loving care
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lost in your stare
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cauhgt by the glare
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knowing your there
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Holding me near
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taking my fear
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making it clear
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wiping my tears
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All from love
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from your love
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the way you love
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simply love
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And what do I owe
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and how do I show
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How do I know
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that you won't go
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But love proves
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and love moves
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and love soothes
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and your love's true
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To Me.
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Crowe
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. . .. ..:::] Society By Crowe [:::.. .. . .
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S o c i e t y
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What happens when society calls?
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When the Inner Circle Enters these walls?
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All stand ready, our presense known
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For you go before us, into the unknown.
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Having acheived the highest rank
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and taking others by there flank
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We walk tall in every lair
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Claiming our own, leaving dispair.
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We command respect of our peers
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were the ones tha have been here
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And all they know our names
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All know is for our fame
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But now the circle has gathered again
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For a new era is ushered in.
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Our time to reign supreme
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omong the webs of others dreams
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But now our presense manifest
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You'll see us each do our best
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and in this new light shine
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A new society for the new time.
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--Quicky by Crowe
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. . .. ..:::] Wife by Crowe [:::.. .. . .
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A drunk driver crossed the line
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and managed to keep his life
|
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But as the tears roll down
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I know he cost me my wife
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She was coming home late
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from a long day out
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He was already wasted
|
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He didn't hear her shout
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He'd fallen asleep
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driving home from the bar
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He could have walked
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He didn't live far
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But he chose to drive
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and cost me my life
|
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He crossed the line
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and he took my wife.
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Now I'm spending time in jail
|
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Serving out my days
|
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But I died years ago
|
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before I was sent away
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I found him later
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when he didn't serve time
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but he didn't drive home
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After all that wine.
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He was walking to his car
|
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when I cought him off guard
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I shot him ten times
|
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and I kicked him real hard
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And when I came too
|
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I was locked in my cell
|
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But this place is heaven
|
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Compared to my hell
|
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|
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I remember each day
|
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How her life came to end
|
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Now I lie here in bed
|
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Waiting for mine to end
|
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I hope to rejoin her
|
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and see her smile again
|
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She was my lover,
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My life, and my best friend.
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The Crowe
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. . .. ..:::] last thoughts by Skylab [:::.. .. . .
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- last thoughts -
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alone with a thought,
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|
a universal feeling
|
|
longlost, by some
|
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|
|
twisting, moving
|
|
always evolving
|
|
....thought
|
|
ravaging through
|
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your head
|
|
a feeling longlost....
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to some, a thought
|
|
extinct in a brain
|
|
consumed by the 20th
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|
centurydigitalworld
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In a sea of unity
|
|
...did we think
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we thought
|
|
our last thought.
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Alone....
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skylab
|
|
- summer '97 -
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(skylb@hotmail.com)------------> FEEDBACK?!?!?
|
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. . .. ..:::] just be (your own universe) by skylab [:::.. .. . .
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- just be (your own universe)... -
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sickening life, stepstone to the rest...
|
|
let's hope
|
|
so
|
|
coz out there somewhere
|
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|
|
isn't much (they say).....
|
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|
for US...
|
|
I guess...
|
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guess what?
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" they tell so much "
|
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|
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They said....
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to me
|
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dream is my reality.....or so it seems
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_____________________
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| |
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| EXISTANCE DENIED |
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| |
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|_____________________|
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|
" u have TEN seconds to stop existing!"
|
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|
governement controls......
|
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|
JEZUS (must have been a hell of a guy)
|
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|
|
|
|
|
|
"resistance is futile"
|
|
|
|
"....and the band played on"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
"symphony of destruction"
|
|
or was it
|
|
|
|
"War of the worlds" ?
|
|
|
|
|
|
...she said.
|
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|
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|
42 (i hope....)
|
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strange colly kinda thing by
|
|
skylab (general ideas thanks to: Douglas addams)
|
|
10-8-97
|
|
feedback at ---> skylb@hotmail.com
|
|
pleeeeaaassee :)
|
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. . .. ..:::] Vietnam Vets by Evil Lynn [:::.. .. . .
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Vietnam Vets
|
|
BY: Evil_Lynn
|
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|
|
The days of hell,
|
|
You have seen.
|
|
Pain and suffering,
|
|
Only you could have felt.
|
|
Friends dying,
|
|
Nothing you could do.
|
|
Night fell,
|
|
You,
|
|
To afraid to sleep.
|
|
Never knowing,
|
|
Who the enemy was,
|
|
Never knowing,
|
|
Which friend was next.
|
|
Just waiting,
|
|
Fighting for your life.
|
|
When you came back,
|
|
No one cared,
|
|
They spit and cussed,
|
|
You all to hell.
|
|
Never knowing,
|
|
The days of hell you have seen.
|
|
Never knowing,
|
|
The pain and suffering,
|
|
you have felt.
|
|
|
|
|
|
. . .. ..:::] Last Werd by Crowe [:::.. .. . .
|
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Well, that brings this issue of Elixir to a close. We DO hope you enjoyed it and
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if you'd like to submit to elixir, send mail to chb@hiwaay.net
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This has been a great release and I hope we have tons of submissions for out next project.
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Get in touch with Cappacino or myself to become a part of Elixir's Other Projects, and keep
|
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submiting for This rag, as soon as we have enough material, we'll put out another issue!
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And sorry, no elite Greets in this t-file. You know who you are, and you know we love you.
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And um, Spanks.
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End File.
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Done.
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Fin.
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Begin Sause
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Begin Fangs
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Enough damnit. |