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- Underground eXperts United
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- [ The Family Man ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "THE FAMILY MAN"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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- I saw my neighbors
- on the television today
- screaming about a sniper in our block
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- So he stared into the wall and thought about nothing. His cold eyes
- seemed to examine the concrete as if it contained something interesting.
- In his head, chaos ruled supreme. His mind was filled with thoughts he
- never had believed he could make up. It surprised him. Maybe he was a
- genius after all.
- Dare dare dare devil what is inside your head? Listen to what I have to
- say, or after all do not let me interfere your private life.
- A voice spoke to him. Comfortable. It was not necessary to face anyone.
- He just had to listen. So he listened carefully.
- The house he lived in had lost its brown color to a grey one. No one
- lived there by free will, "but in these days you have to take what you
- get". What you get. That was not very true, since no one ever had given
- anything to him. But in THESE DAYS what could you expect?
- A scream from the apartment above woke him up for a moment. He watched
- the clock on the wall. It did not work. Of course. The time had been
- fourteen minutes to twelve the last two years.
- Time. The end of time. When he discovered that he could not stop the
- endless wheel of time, it was too late. Everything was gone - his work,
- friends and his mind. He would not miss it.
- He moved his position so he could stare out the window instead.
- Concrete, mud and garbage. In the middle of it all, a few children played
- with a ball. Klang, klang, klang. The ball left the hand of one of the
- children and bunched on a wrecked car. He felt like grabbing the ball and
- jump on it until it was broken. Just to end the depressing sight.
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- I turned it off
- finished my six-pack
- and reloaded my M16
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- What happened? Time had passed so quickly. The sun had disappeared
- behind the horizon of grey buildings. He moved. The TV presented him yet
- to another game show. This time people had to get out of a car that was
- dropped into a nine feet deep pool filled with water. No one had made it
- so far and the audience screamed happily when a diver picked up the dead
- body of a man. No first prize for him this time.
- "A good boy". Yeah, a real good boy. That was him and his mother had
- yet defended him from an angry father who accused him for stealing a bike
- and tried to kill his son with it. Yes, he had stolen the ugly bike and
- dropped it from a roof onto the stupid kid who owned it. They had to take
- the kid to the hospital, but what did he care? Give me proof, his mother
- screamed and the man turned around and walked away. Time flies. His
- mother was gone. Where? He did not know - it was a long time ago.
- Maybe she was in the closet.
- Listen listen listen my friend. It's me again! Remember?
- Yes - he sure remembered. How could he ever forget that voice that spoke
- to him. It's time to clean, it said. Clean up whatever is dirty. There's
- a lot of things that's soiled nowadays, you know!
- Yet another drowned fool was picked up from the car in the pool. "Ah,
- anotherrr fails! Ah-ah-yeah what have we here? Oh, yeah - it's
- enterrrtainment!". Right! It was entertainment!
- Life, was boring. Death, was entertainment. Life was a show. A dare
- devil show for those who could stand it. It could be acceptable, really
- nice, and comfortable. But it was too late. Too late to change anything.
- Everything was dirty, ugly and destroyed.
- No religion, "god" or "devil" could help now. The world was falling
- apart - imploding itself. Soon, no one would remember it as it was when it
- was clean.
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- yes
- this is my life, this is my gun
- this is for killing, this is for fun
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- Later that evening he stepped into the crowded supermarket. His
- machine gun screamed about death and the bullets riddled with pleasure.
- Kill kill kill. Listen to what I have to say. Six, seven, eight, nine,
- ten, eleven...
- Then he sat on a chair in a cold room. Electrodes were strapped to his
- feet. A iron helmet would soon be placed on his shaved head. A police man
- bent down and faced him. His breath filled the air and he heard him
- whisper a question to him between his white lips.
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- "Why?"
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- "Why not?"
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