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Underground eXperts United
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[ Suicidal Maniac's Shitty File ] [ By Suicidal Maniac ]
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Suicidal Maniac's Shitty File
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Introduction
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Well, I'm sure that most of you folks are saying who the fuck is
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this guy. But, there are a few of you who are saying, hey, I know this
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guy. So let's talk about who I am.
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I'm a veteran to the p/h world, long since retired. My alias is
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Suicidal Maniac. I ran Condemned Reality BBS a few years ago, which in
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its time was one of the largest and busiest BBSes in the p/h world.
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The demise of an underground guru comes in one of two ways, he or
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his BBS gets busted or he burns out. I kept my shit straight and my
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BBS standing on the line between legal and illegal, so obviously, I
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ended up burning out.
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My history with uXu dates back from the very beginning of uXu. The
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Chief was a member in good standing on my BBS when he approached me
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about becoming the US HQ for uXu. I was at that time K-C0W board and
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the NoT HQ, but uXu looked really interesting to me. The Chief already
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had more than 20 releases in a very short time of existence. So, I
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took the chance on the new kids on the block (no offense, this isn't
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meant to be a pun), and put the uXu shit up and ready to go.
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Wouldn't you know that uXu started becoming a large enough force
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that I was getting new callers from all over the globe calling because
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they had gotten my number off of a uXu file.
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So, basically in this introduction I would like to give a hats off
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to The Chief for the enormous work he has done for the underground. I
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have to admit, before I saw these uXu guys come around, I thought the
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p/h underground was dying. Phearless and The Chief appeared on the
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scene with more enthusiasm than anyone in the underground.
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Although I do not directly participate in the underground anymore
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through the BBSes, I do get the files from the FTP sites. I can see
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just by looking at the number of files being produced that uXu has
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given the other underground groups a swift kick in the ass. It seems
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that everyone is producing now.
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To end this introduction, I would like to say that I would be
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interested in receiving mail over the internet from anyone that used to
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be on Condemned Reality that has access to the internet. And one other
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thing, Splice, if you are out there, try to contact me. My internet
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mail address is a360681362@sysa.c-engr1.siu.edu, so send me some mail
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and let me know what's new.
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Section I -
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You may have seen some of my work published by the cDc, COD, AA, or
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NoT, but here's some things that are new, or old stuff that hasn't been
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published. This section is all poetry.
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Slice
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Iron clad maidens
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Falling in line.
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Entering a state of madness.
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Hysteria strikes....
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Wandering uterus,
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Migrating through
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the polluted systems.
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Symbol of life
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Out of control,
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Influenced behavior.
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The symbol of death.
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Vital functions blocked
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by its passage.
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Running through the blood.
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Morbid bodies, all with jobs.
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The Mirror
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Looking out at another shapeless day
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I decided to take a walk.
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While pondering the pages of my mind,
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I ran into two friends of mine.
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One named conformity,
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The other named individuality.
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They asked if I may help them.
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A disagreement they were in.
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Fighting over expression through each other.
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They can see each other
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in themselves.
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A mirror.
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Enter into the world of my friend.
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Individuality strikes us all.
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For that brief moment,
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Entering into life from the womb.
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Our life is undetermined for a
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Fine fine hair of time.
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We are without identity.
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We are ourselves.
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The other friend, it's his world.
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A world of black and white television.
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Monaural sound, bells that do not ring.
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The smell of fresh air is non-existent.
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Conformity strikes us after birth.
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We are tagged so as not to get lost.
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While overviewing the disagreement I ran into another friend.
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His name is insanity.
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He claims he can walk through the mirror.
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Insanity is a hallucination.
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Seeing someone else
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In the mirror of life.
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Driving backwards through
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The lanes of the living highway.
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Running in the mirror,
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without a reflection.
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Throughout the disagreement we seem to have forgotten a friend.
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His name is society.
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Society says there is no mirror.
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Very well we all say.
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I never saw the mirror.
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Me, I'm superstition.
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I broke the mirror.
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Some may confuse me with insanity.
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Yes, we look much alike.
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I break all the mirrors I see.
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I tell you this, never trust the mirror.
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It lies.
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The Ritual
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Come, let's join hands.
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Eat the paper
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It won't hurt you.
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The ground is spinning,
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Reality slips away.
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You feel a breeze,
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As your spirit leaves you.
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You're outside now,
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Floating in the air.
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Hold my hand tightly,
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We're beginning to merge.
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An orgasmic grip tightens
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Around your waist.
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Our souls are one now,
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Let's make the journey.
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Your body below us
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Slowly drifts away.
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We soar above the mountains,
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And into the desert.
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Everything flushes red.
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A voice calls, "I am lonely."
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The voice continues "Will you dance with me?"
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"Who are you, where are you?"
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"I am no one. Will you dance with me?"
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"Where am I? Where are you?"
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"You are nowhere."
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"Where are you?"
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"I am everywhere."
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Entering Nirvana you peak.
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The journey is set in reverse.
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Reality focuses in.
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The world is gray.
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Section II -
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Ok, a lot of files I've been seeing lately have been about what's
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cool and what's not. Well, I'd just like to say one thing, those are
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all opinions, and that's it. I'd like to express a few opinions myself
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in this section.
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II.a - Respect
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It seems that some of the lamer 14 year old dorks that get on a few
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p/h boards like to brag about how they sent a virus to a local PD
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board. What I want to say about this is, you're a fucking dork. The
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only time that it should be acceptable to send somebody a virus is if
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they do something to you personally. Nobody should have the idea that
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PD boards must die. They have their niche in the computer world just
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as much as the underground. They also have every right to exist.
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II.b - Music
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I've seen all kinds of shit in files about if you listen to a
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certain kind of music, you are a true dork. Only rap and alternative
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are cool now. Ok, I listen to alternative, but let's face it rap
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SUCKS! I'll take Ministry, Skinny Puppy, or STP anyday over Snoop
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Doggy Dog. I went through my rap phase. That was part of growing up.
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It was NWA, Public Enema, and the Geto Fags back then. Then I began
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to realize that all the gangsta rappers were a bunch of losers who made
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money that other people were more deserving of.
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I listen to a great variety of music. There's no law saying that
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it's only cool to listen to rave groups and shit like that. I listen
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to as much classic rock as I do metal and rave.
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II.c - How to tell if you are a dork
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Ok, everybody stop writing these fucking files. I think that the
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last one of these files that was truly enjoyed was written in 1986 or
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1987. The idea has gotten old. Everybody can tell a dork when they
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see one, and most likely, the person also knows they are a dork. There
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is no need for a fucking definition file.
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Well folks, it's been interesting to put a file out again. Hopefully,
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I'll be able to do some more writing and either submit it to the cDc or
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uXu for publishing.
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I hope you liked this file, if you didn't, FUCK YOU!
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This is Suicidal Maniac saying, "If you can't sack 'em, slap 'em!"
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uXu #154 Underground eXperts United 1993 uXu #154
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Call THE KUNGFU THEATRE -> +1-401-351-5345
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