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- = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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- Can't Fight the Seether
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- Blood curdling madness. Then helplessness. Then revenge.
- That's my thesis.
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- Sitting in class, feet up on the desk...letting my mind seethe.
- Thoughts keep drifting back to my own private madness. Every time I get
- to thinking about it, my anger is refreshed. I sit there just staring
- off into space, occasionally crash-landing back into reality, and tuning
- out and seeing red again.
- OK, you're wondering what the hell I'm so pissed about. Well
- this file began as a result of someone invading my privacy. By "invasion
- of privacy," I mean that my eMails are being read and my files are
- disappearing, then reappearing. Also, my password happens to come up as
- invalid at irregular intervals. At first I thought my ISP was to blame. I
- don't know what I think of this. Half of me is impressed. Impressed that
- anyone would bother taking the time to annoy me. Impressed that my account
- has been haxored. A silly thing to be impressed with, yes, but...I was.
- The other half of me was m a d. Mad because I could not dial-up, check
- the mail, play in unix, or practice writing and compiling more c0des (I'm
- learning C++; that is equivalent to another women driver). It was taking
- my baby from me. But I was stung most by the fact that mail I sent was no
- longer private. Excerpts from letters I wrote could be stolen and show up
- anywhere. Things I said could be twisted around and come back to haunt
- me. The main thing I phear about having my mail read is somebody might
- figure me out after reading them. I am stubborn about giving people the
- chance to get to know "the real me." Recently, someone said:
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- "It is very difficult to sort through all the layers of
- reality that aren't really reality to get to the real
- Skinflower. And you never know when you're at the
- center of the Tootsie Roll Pop. Each layer of reality
- looks just as real as the last. And they are all so
- very unreal."
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- I thought it was a great analogy; comparing me to a Tootsie Roll Pop, heh.
- I should just shut up about it, since seemingly harmless pranks like these
- are expected from the g33ks in the scene. But I'm femme, and I won't shut
- up.
- My initial reaction was fear. Don't ask why - I thought I had
- eliminated that emotion ("i'm baaack..."). My heart pounded momentarily.
- But only momentarily; the next minute I wanted to choke something. My dog
- was nearest so I choked her (just kidding, just kidding!). My mind was
- racing though. Damn it, I was in a position where I couldn't do anything.
- Hmmm...I don't think I am too good at expressing my thoughts. I listen to
- music pretty much most of the day. Sitting at the computer most of my life
- (or so it seems), with a plethora of industrial bands pounding their music
- inside me. So, to better express myself, I can say I thought screeching
- keyboards and the beat of a drum machine looping at 10,000 beats per second
- ("kill kill kill").
- A couple days and a hundred rejected ideas later, I have resigned to
- the fact that somebody was able to ruffle my feathers (er, petals). :) I'm
- much more subdued about the situation, but it is nowhere near forgotten.
- I've almost gotten over the initial rage; I can joke sarcastically about
- it. With my wry smile and icy eyes, I find comfort in pushing myself
- along at maximum speed towards my goal: revenge. I always get revenge.
- Sometimes the opportunity falls into my lap, other times I have to play it
- like a chess game ("time to pay the piper..."). I don't put up with any
- kind of shit. So I'm biding my time thinking skippy little bass beats and
- ambient guitar.
- But my mind never sleeps, and, snakelike, I will strike when I know
- I have a dead-sure shot. I am not all-consumed with revenge; I have a
- life to live and will go on with it full force. But what goes around comes
- around baby......
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- - SkiNFloweR
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