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- ...presents... Excerpts from BLADE BARRIER Book #3
- by Dean Tetreault
-
- >>> a cDc publication.......1991 <<<
- -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
- ______________________________________________________________________________
-
-
-
- ...Transposed by WHITE KNIGHT...
-
- ======================================================================
- ===================== A CUT ABOVE THE REST =====================
-
- by DEAN TETREAULT BOOK 3 MAY 1986
-
- "I came, I saw, I conquered."
-
- ======================================================================
-
- LET'S GET THE SHIT OUT OF THE WAY FIRST BEFORE WE MOVE ON DEPT.
-
- APOLOGIES:
- To Heidi and Marki
- e for spelling your names wrong.
- To anyone who was upset over "This Kid's Mutt" - the story was ficticious.
- To Heidi for referring to her as a dumb chick - Heidi says she's a dumb
- wench, bitch, or cunt, but never a chick.
-
- THANKS:
- To Larry for the comics for cut'n'paste.
- To Markie for the free beers.
- To Prett "he never calls, he never writes" Woodburn for being such a faggot
- at times.
- A.D.L. - True, there's more to life than just playing one note, but that's
- all I know h
- ow to play right now. Bear with it, maybe I'll change.
-
- This book is not dedicated to anyone, especially not that Prett "tooling for
- anus" Woodburn!!
-
- Cover art by Dean T., as well as all writings and cut'n'paste within
- (Drawings not available in text version (no shit!))
-
- The story "Corpse" in this book does not take into account certain scientific
- facts, rigor mortis as a good example.
-
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-
-
- "My Old Friend"
-
- It feels so good. Watching the pigs die. Look at them. Look at their
- faces as the bullets rip through their flesh. This UZI feels so good in my
- hands. My old friend.
-
- Shit man, I am totally unstoppable. The cops shoot me, again and again,
- but their bullets just pass through the emptiness of my soul. I am the
- Terminator. I squeeze the trigger and put the last of the pigs to the ground
- in one mass puddle of carcass, blood, and piss.
-
- I walk into the convenience sto
- re. There's two people hiding behind the
- counter, no, wait,....four, including two little kids. The UZI hums once again
- and blasts right through them. I hate killing kids, but then again, I hate
- kids. Each drop of blood seems to float through the air in slow motion. I
- paint the wall behind them crimson, each droplet adding to the masterpiece.
- It's so beautiful. I look out the window and see the destruction I've created,
- and I feel so proud, so tough, so free. I hear a voice from above.
-
- "Hey, w
- hat the fuck ya doin' down there, givin' yourself a blowjob, ya
- faggot?"
-
- I look up. It's Nerf. That's not his real name, but everyone calls him
- that.
-
- "Shit, this is the best party I've had in ages, an' your sittin' in the
- corner with your head between your knees! An' you're drinkin' wine coolers!
- What a faggot!! Shit, ya really oughta start takin' drugs. Drop acid, ya
- pussy!!!"
-
- I get up, grab my coat, and walk out. Nerf's such an asshole. He's my
- best friend. He's my only friend.
- And he knows it.
-
- On the way to my car, I notice three kids sitting on the front lawn. I
- recognize one of them as someone who likes to beat the shit out of me. I'm not
- good at fighting or running, but I'm great when it comes to getting beat up.
-
- "Hey faggot, where ya going?", he says in a drunken voice. Whenever he's
- said anything to me, he's been drunk. I don't think he ever stops drinking.
- Normally I just keep walking with my eyes to the ground. But this time I'm
- real pissed.
-
- "You g
- ot something to say to me, motherfucker?", I say, walking towards
- him. Before he can reply, I go into a spinning back-kick that connects with
- his face. His jaw snaps clean off and slides back into his head like a desk
- drawer. He's dead before he hits the ground. Everyone starts clapping their
- hands and they're cheering just for me.
-
- "Hey fagboy, I'm talking to you!"
-
- I just keep walking, with my eyes to the ground. He's just mouthing off
- tonight. I get in my car and drive away.
-
- I drive
- around for a while. I don't feel like going home. Not yet. I
- drive back and forth through town, music blaring. I eventually pull over and
- just sit around and check out what's happening. Then I see her. This Week's
- Infatuation. She's walking down the road, right towards me. I can't help
- staring, but she's perfect. She stops right in front of my car. I get out and
- go over to her.
-
- "Oh, I need you so much!", she moans. "Please let me be your fuck-slave
- for life!!"
-
- Someone grabs my hair a
- nd nearly yanks me out through the window of my
- car.
-
- "What the fuck are you staring at, faggot?"
-
- Oh shit, it's the chick's boyfriend -- a football player. He puts me in a
- headlock. I'm hanging out my car window, I can't move. His girlfriend comes
- over to us and laughs in my face. After a good minute, he lets go and shoves
- me back in my car. He stands in front of my car for awhile, taunting me to run
- him over. I just sit there and do nothing. He's beaten me, physically and
- psychologically.
- And he knows it.
-
- I drive home. I've had a terrible night. I go straight to my room and
- lock the door. I reach under the pillow and pull out my old friend. My only
- true friend. He doesn't do anything. He just waits patiently for that second
- of truth.
-
- "Well, old friend, it's time". He already knows it. I put the barrel in
- my mouth and pull the trigger. I wish I could wake up from this one.
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-
-
- "Smiling Faces"
-
- I just read something that really bugs me. Here's an excerpt. It's
- called "5-11-85" by Henry Rollins, from POLIO FLESH, page 34.
-
- "I have learned to question smiling faces. I don't trust
- smiling faces anymore. When someone smiles and reaches out
- to shake my hand, I try to guess what they want from me and
- when they will try to sink the knife in.... When someone
- gives away something, they want something in return, somehow,
- somew
- ay. This is a game that gets played on many levels.
- Don't take candy from strangers unless you're willing to
- take a ride in the car."
-
- I give my writing to lots of people. Do I expect something in return?
- The more I think about it, the more I realize I do. I expect complements,
- friendship, and constructive criticism. I expect people to tell me I'm a great
- writer and that I'm real cool. I expect people to print my stuff and help me
- achieve fame and fortune. I expect it. And shit, whe
- n I got the chance to
- talk to Henry for a few minutes at the Providence gig, I was one of those
- smiling faces, shaking his hand a couple of times, telling him about all the
- free goodies I just mailed him.
-
- I don't know if this is what he had in mind when he wrote it, and I don't
- know if there is anything wrong in wanting recognition and attention - it's
- only human. But still, I feel kinda funny right now, I feel low.
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-
-
- "Chance Meeting"
-
-
- We collide
- By accident (Fate is cruel).
- I ....
- .... Never thought I'd see you again.
- We both say "Hi"
- And talk but don't say anything.
- Each aware of the other's uneasiness.
- I feel ....
-
- .... Out of place.
-
- I feel soft.
- My teeth feel like styrofoam -
- My eyes are marshmallows.
-
- I want to melt away ....
-
- We eventually part, each
- Relieved we've survived
- Another chance meeting.
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-
- "Things I Wanted to Smash"
-
- I saw a car that had a stuffed cat with glass eyes in the rear window.
- Every time the right directional was used, the cat's right eye blinked in
- unison with the tailight, same with the left side. I wanted to smash it.
-
- I s
- aw this little boy eating an ice cream cone with his dad. Sorta
- reminded me of when I was a kid. I wanted to smash that ice cream cone right
- in his face.
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-
- "Corpse"
-
- When I walked through the door, I wasn't surprised, or shocked even. I
- don't know why, I just wasn't. You were standing there, in the doorway to the
- kitchen. Just standing there, head in the clouds, walking on air. Just
-
- sta...... hanging there, eyes rolled towards Heaven. I noticed you didn't use
- a rope. You used the extension cord from your computer. What a fucking
- computer whiz geek you were. You were always flapping about how computers were
- going to kill off all of mankind someday. Well, they got you. What irony.
- What a shame.
-
- I let you hang around for a while. I don't know why, I just don't feel
- like cutting you down right now. What an asshole you are. We were supposed to
- go to ZZ Top. I've got front r
- ow seats and you were supposed to drive. How am
- I gonna go now? Fuck man, we're still going. I don't care what you say, we're
- going to see ZZ Top and you're driving.
-
- I eventually cut you down. I don't know what to do with you, so I just
- slide you underneath my bed.
-
- I had trouble sleeping that night. Remember how, when we were kids, we
- used to be scared of monsters under our beds? Well it's like being a kid again
- with you under there. I had to keep hanging over the edge of my bed and
- peeki
- ng under to make sure you hadn't moved.
-
- The next morning I slid you out from underneath. "Want some breakfast?",
- I asked, then laughed out loud. I kept poking you, and waiting for you to
- move, but you didn't. Any second now, you'll get up and we'll start wrestling
- or bashing each other over the head with empty 2-liter plastic soda bottles,
- like we always used to. You never did move, though.
-
- As the days passed, I started to have lots of fun playing with you. I
- don't mean anything queer, I ju
- st mean playing with you. I use you as a
- foot-stool. I prop you up in a chair with a lit cigarette and a book. I write
- all over you with a thick magic marker. I draw a beard and mustache on you,
- put a Manson "X" on your forehead, and draw anarchy symbols all over your body.
- Shit, I've never had this much fun in my life! Every kid should have a real
- live corpse to play with!
-
- The fun lasted for about a week. That's when your stupid bitch girlfriend
- showed up. She wanted to know where you were. S
- he was crying. I said I
- didn't know, trying my hardest to keep a straight face. I started laughing.
- That pissed her off and she slapped me and started screaming something at me, I
- can't remember what it was. I don't blame her for freaking out, I'd be pissed
- if I were in her shoes. I wanted to scream back at her so bad. "You'll never
- take him away from me again!" I kept my mouth shut, though. Relax, man. I've
- got the last laugh. I hold all the trump cards. Your girlfriend was always
- splitting us u
- p. We were best friends for life, we did everything together.
- Until she came along. Well, this time she stays home all alone. It's you and
- me both, and she's out in the cold. Your girlfriend left on a flood of tears,
- and was back in an hour with the police.
-
- My lawyer says I've got nothing to worry about. The autopsy will prove
- that I had absolutely nothing to do with your death. They're just going to
- lock me away for about a week for some counseling and whatever. They said that
- I couldn't cope
- with your death and I went temporarily insane. Whatever. I
- just hope they let me out soon, I can't wait to go dig up your grave and play
- with you some more .....
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-
- "Tattoos"
-
- Hey Rollins, you think your tattoos are cool? Check out this kid I used
- to work with. He's got both his arms covered, back and front, with Superman
- and the Flash. And he's got the Super Friends on his chest. No
- shit. I swear
- on my 3 inch cock that I ain't shitting you!!! I bet you can't say that you've
- got the Super Friends on your chest, can ya, Henry? .... No, I didn't think so.
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-
- "My Car"
-
- My car is an extension of my penis.
-
- I love my cock very much. It's a 1978 Chevette. Yeah, true, my cock is
- small, but it gets great mileage. I beat on my cock very hard, and frequently
- too, but I
- also take good care of it and replace any worn out parts. I get
- very angry when people sit on my cock, or lean against it, because you might
- scratch it. I bet if I showed you my cock, you'd like it very much, too.
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-
- Check out Dean's story "Shitbum" in the comic "Ashes" #2 from Caliber
- Press. For a copy of his book BLADE BARRIER, send $3.95 to:
-
-
- Primal Publishing
- 107 Brighton Avenue
- Allston, MA. 02134
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