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- T H E C O W C H R O N I C L E S
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- Real Life testimonials from those touched by COW. The
- confession you are about to read is real. Only the
- names have been messed with. Though COW is a conscious
- act, she also possesses the unsuspecting, the socially
- degenerative. This is NOT a file for the weak-hearted.
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- A CULT Publication by High Priest and Scribe, F. Gibe
- >> Cult of the Dead Cow Dissemination Council <<
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- COW CHRONICLES #1: VAN'S STORY
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- Like totally Day-glow, hyper-awesome, dude. My name's Van. I'm k-rad.
- This is my story.
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- I was born a dude, y'know. The old woman wrapped me in Tie-Dye swaddling
- threads when I popped out. It was all sorta radical. I guess, like, you'd
- call me a 'natural'. Like kinda an Innate Dude. I always did the right thing.
- In Kintergarden, I was like the chief pimp, y'know? Man, I was always so
- wasted. It was totally cool. And like I used to skateboard to elementary
- school. When I started hangin' around with like other dudes, skate-punk types,
- I like developed this social-identity. I kinda thought the world was
- completely fucked. This is really when like my life gets pretty key. I was
- like this total rebel, y'know, like scare mommy and piss off pop. And at the
- height of my total bad-assness, I discovered like the most hyper-cool thing.
- And I changed. I'll like never talk right, but I learned something about the
- conformity of like non-conformity. Heh. Blows m'mind, dudes. Let me tell you
- about this. So kick back, eh, and fire up a dooby.
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- Zoned, y'know? Totally. I mean, gag me with a million plastic spoons
- from the Clown Palace. Me and my pals, we were wasted beyond all medical
- limits, and sorta like floated into this kindercare place. Wow. All these
- like little fuckers, runnin' around. Awesome. So like, I pulled out my handy
- crowbar, and m'pals got like their kick-a weapons of deth, and like we went to
- it. Kinda boring, really. Yawnsville. I mean, deth was nothing new. We like
- took out the adults first...tied 'em up and ran a few thousand volts through
- like their nads. Outrageous, y'know. Then like we went to town on these brats.
- Kicked in heads, and like smashed 'em up real good. M'one pal was sorta a
- necrophiliac, and did some nasty stuff to some of the kiddie stiffs. Kinda
- jacked me out, y'know. But, overall, a wicked good time was had by all. Man,
- but like then something blew my mind, in toto like. There was all this fucking
- construction paper and whatever all over the floor. And y'know, I was like
- 'I'm so sure', but picked up a few pieces, and like there were all these stupid
- kids' drawings and crap. Like then I spotted one of the pics...looked kinda
- like a goat. But like the little fucker had scribbled like underneath the
- thing, 'Cow, ded'. Man, I was totally flipped. I mean, here we are in this
- fascist daycare nightmare, and one of these bloodied messes had been coloring
- dead cows. I mean, fer sure. Like I didn't understand, and m'pals were busy
- like doin' the horizontal rumble with some of the corpses, so like I kinda
- rolled up the paper, and stuck it in my BVD's (I'm sure...).
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- Like a couple days later, I was changing m'clothes, and wanted to like
- bleach out some of my black Levis, and like I found that pic. I didn't really
- totally know what it was, y'know, but like then it all came back to me, and I
- felt sorta dizzy. Yo, I mean, dizzier than I was already feelin' from the coke
- I'd just sucked. Couldn't comprehendo, y'know? But like I started thinkin'
- about m'chick, and so like forgot about that Cow thing for like a while. Uh,
- ike I can't remember much, 'cause it's like sorta blurry, but like then that
- night, m'pals and I were like cruizing, and were wicked zoned, and sorta fuckin
- around, and like then the car sorta hit like some object, and we all like
- stumbled out and kinda laughed. It was awesome. Then like I saw the headlights,
- and they were like shining on this huge thing in middle of the road...and man,
- like there were fuckin' guts and shit everywhere. Man, it was totally a gorry
- mess. I tossed the ol' cookies, y'know. Technicolor yawn, fer complete sure.
- And like, dude, there was this Cow, all fucked up. It kinda mooed, and shit.
- I don't know if it was the 'ludes, or like just somethin' wrong with me, but
- like I went over, and started kissin' the thing. And like I got excited. Like
- I got totally hard, y'know. Steely and shit. And the cow was a bloody mess,
- and like a big chunk of it was a couple hundred yards down the road.
- I couldn't like control myself any longer. Like I started rippin' out like
- these entrails, and rippin' off my Levis. My pals kinda stood there, totally
- tripping. I gave it all to that piece of carcass. I like felt inhuman, like
- some kinda beast. After it was all over, I stood up, naked, and like covered
- all over with red gore. I swear. Like I was just dripping. And m' friends
- tripped completely, and like the fuckers took off, and left me there, like some
- sorta fucked Phoenix, just emerged from like this ded thing. God, I tossed up
- my whole stomach. And like I was stone-cold sober. Totally, harshly
- conscious. I was like wicked aware, and knew something had gotten fucked in
- the ol' head. God, I was like on the rag for a month.
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- I can't like really explain all the changes that kinda like took place
- over those weeks. I couldn't like eat, and like hung out in the closet alot,
- and like the lightbulb was torture. No sleep. Like I was Deth Warmed Over,
- eh? Mom and Pop wanted to put me away, but like that was the last decision
- they ever made. Chainsaws and leather are way cool therapy. Like this'll sound
- totally fer sure, but like I came outta the closet (dude..NO! Like I really
- did...closet...like never mind) and was completely different: I could NOT stand
- Tie-Dye. There was some kinda poetry crap laying around, and like I read it.
- I felt like better. I don't know what's like happened, and I'm still totally
- sorting out the details, but like I think the Cow got ahold of me. Now like
- hang on. I know...it's weird. Really. But I dunno, I thought alot about it,
- went through a zillion rettes. It's like the only solution, dude. That Cow,
- the Cows, something about them, and deth. Y'know, I like can't even listen to
- Depeche Mode anymore. I know there's an answer, and like someday I'll find it.
- This is wicked intense.
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- (c)1987 cDc communications by FRANKEN GIBE
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