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- = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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- what were you doing 2 hours ago?
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- it's 3:25pm. what was i doing two hours ago? swapping jokes with a friend.
- checking email. planning the location for the friday-afternoon-spree-of-
- drunken-glee. friend just called. "_____'s dad died two hours ago." when
- just this past weekend he was feeling fine. free of pain. great outlook on
- the future et al. marvelous recovery from a bleeding ulcer. makes one
- wonder if what was felt was truly said. maybe he just said he was fine to
- shield his family from his pain. an attempt at a
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- self-fulfilling prophecy spoken too late.
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- the living can speculate whether or not the dead knew Death was near. but
- did they really? i remember when my great-grandma died. my mom was already
- at the hospital...they had called saying she wouldn't last the night. my
- brother and i woke up to the phone ringing... "kids, a taxi is coming to
- pick you up. great-grandma will probably die soon."
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- 4 breaths a minute.
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- then 6. 7. she seemed to be coming back like she had those zillions of
- times before. but sometimes zillions to a child may only be 8. 24 hours
- later we thought she pulled another fast one. i gave her a kiss goodbye.
- "i'll see you in the afternoon great-gramma." after sleeping a few hours
- at home, the phone rang. we all rushed rush to it; mom got there first.
- by her tone of voice it was evident that great-grandma was dead. we could
- only speculate whether she wanted to die alone, to go through her final
- pain alone, so the last picture of her on our minds would be of her
- pleasantly sleeping, a faint smile on her face, and a touch of rose in her
- chilling cheeks.
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- peace.
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- i decided on friday to make this an on going abstract. until it seems to
- come into completion. on this manic day i am continuing this peace...my
- escape from the echoing keystrokes resounding off the cubicle walls around
- me.
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- escape.
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- it sometimes can be in the form of multiple personalities. what once may
- have been considered a disorder now reflects everyday life on the net.
- ironic ain't it? people impersonating who they think they might be under
- their
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- masques.
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- til chance the night comes when the lightning strikes, the monitor dims, and
- they are faced to gaze into their own eyes in the glass. and they see that
- in years of living multiple personas they have managed to allow each masque
- to bend, not crack. to form into one united person, embodying all aspects of
- every persona. at this point they decide to do away with all the names of
- their masques but one.
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- death to the rest.
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- when one such as demonika announces that palpable obscure will no longer lick
- its palate, click its nails upon the keys, what is the proper eulogy? to
- whom shall we send our condolences?
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- on this wedding day of days i remember a powerful energy, a lashing tongue,
- nails not made for clicking, but for piercing through the keys to your
- inner-most soul. gouging through the many masques within you inside out.
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- damanstian.
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- not seen nor heard from for years now. slipped away. silenced perhaps by
- the new and improved masque95 or NT, or perhaps by itself. damanstian, my
- damanstian, fuck's poster boy of rage, wherefore art thou now? the current
- rage may fit the name, but truly your words were more
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- seething.
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- if such a powerful being is capable of committing itself to death, what must
- come to raise it from the grave? or perhaps even its inner-most soul has
- forgotten who it once was. in the words of the great Floyd, is it
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- too late?
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- even fuck has taken on a new face. once a critic of Life itself, is now but
- a medium of rants and raves. few palpable pieces stay true to the past. the
- unspoken ideal. the intellectual ramblings of fucked up souls who had more
- to criticize than religion and relationships.
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- whatever happened to those?
-
- a few years ago, less than a second to infinity, and not far off in the
- memories of my heart and mind, the mom of a high school friend went in to the
- hospital for some minor surgery in the abdominal region. wasn't kept
- overnight...no reason to. she woke up for the wee-hours-of-the-morning-pee-
- break common to most living beings, and died on the floor right outside the
- bathroom door.
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- hemorage.
-
- i can only wonder what she dreamt that night. was there a hint of
- foreshadowing in her sleep? did she know then as she fell to the ground that
- Death had followed her to the door, perhaps after pricking the exterior of
- her bladder with her own internal blood to cause her rise? what did her
- children think when they found her a few hours later, dead after their
- peaceful sleep? and who would be to blame? chance the hospital foresaw
- such event, would not fate have taken her anyway, seconds away from the
- nurses' bell?
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- who can pay for loss of Life when Death itself can not pay suite?
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- if one could pay for Life, what would be the cost thereof?
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- for a couple bills one can purchase a sperm and egg.
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- but what would be the price
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- of the infinite souls
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- that such junction
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- could realize?
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- i must admit that after two zero zero i wondered if it would ever come to
- three...but four? and with more actives than not? if it came to three i
- vowed to myself to write again. and to write my first fuck. and i do have
- 1 submitted. 1 writing. 1 more written and more quickly blown to bits. if
- this wasn't forecasted in four zero zero as a phwack to get my ass in gear,
- it may never have come to completion. or as complete as it is currently
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- with a tbc on the end
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- to be finished in the next millini-era
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- maybe i am wrong.
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- maybe fuck is still the same. maybe nothing else has changed.
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- but me.
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- yt
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- tbc...
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