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- Underground eXperts United
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- [The Civilized Primitive Prowler] [ By The GNN ]
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- THE CIVILIZED PRIMITIVE PROWLER
- by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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- "Everything goes!"
- (P.K Feyerabend)
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- Carefully, he tried to sneak past the door. But he failed as usual. As
- if the boss had waited for him, the door opened violently.
- - You are late! the boss shouted at him.
- - Sorry, he said and walked on.
- - Next time, you will be even MORE sorry!
- When he had entered his office and convinced himself that the boss was
- far away, he took a deep breath of relief.
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- did you say something? He asked softly.
- yeah, i said that you were fucking late!
- oh really, and if I enjoy being late then? what are YOU
- going to do about it? fire me? fuck me?
- the boss did not say anything. He just stared. stared,
- like a pig in the mud. stare stare stare. that was his
- real job. to scream and then just STARE.
- you know that I hate you, don't you? He said with a calm
- voice.
- now He was in a rage. but on the outside, He was soft.
- the boss reacted. the boss raised his fist. get out! now!
- the boss' face was red and hot. any second, steam would
- probably make it's way out of his clean white shirt.
- out? He said. listen to facts!
- He bent down, placed his briefcase on the floor and
- opened it. instead of a pile of papers, there was a kitchen
- knife there. He reached for it and got to his feet again.
- the boss just stared. stare stare stare. He held the knife
- in front of the eyes of his boss. the boss opened his mouth
- as if He was going to say something. the boss never got
- the chance. with a fast move, He let the knife open up the
- throat of his boss. the mouth was still open when blood
- gushed all over the white shirt. with a smile He watched his
- boss trying to stop the flood with his hands. the boss
- choked. the boss STARED at him. stare! stare! quickly,
- He pushed the boss back into the office. then He closed
- the door and left.
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- He left the sidewalk and stepped to the cross-road. A car honked
- aggressively at him. He pretended that he did not hear it and quickly made
- his way to the other side.
-
- He stopped. the car honked again. the anger exploded in
- his head and sent shock-waves to his entire body. I have
- got the right to walk here and no car can stop me. the car
- honked again. He turned to it and stared at the driver. it
- was a woman. secure in her car. no one can touch her.
- secure.
- fuck you, He screamed and pointed at her. people around
- him stopped and watched. fuck you, He screamed again.
- she began to look scared. she did not know what to do.
- he took a step against the car, the castle of iron and
- steel.
- her fear turned into irritation. she lifted her
- arm, hesitated for a second, but slammed the steering-wheel
- again. the sound of the car honking for the third time had
- a message.
- He jumped onto the hood. the car rocked from his weight.
- she looked confused. the gun was suddenly there, in his
- hand. the next second, a shot was heard. the windscreen
- shattered. another shot was heard.
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- Almost all of the ten toilets were busy. Just one were free. But just
- as he were going to touch the handle and open the door, someone roughly
- made his way past him and sneaked inside.
- Shit, he thought. Why do I always have to wait?
-
- the door opened and the tall man tried to enter the toilet
- before He did.
- no way! I was here first! He placed his leg in the way and
- the man tripped. a messy sound was heard when the man
- crushed his skull against the cold concrete floor.
- you have been punished, He thought. but not enough!
- He felt good when He pissed on the dead body.
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- It was in the middle of the night when the phone rang. The sound shook
- his head and dragged him right of dream land. It did not feel good to
- leave the warm bed just to answer the phone.
- - Yeah?
- - Sorry, I called the wrong number.
- - Ok.
- He hung up and crawled back to bed. It took ten seconds, and then the
- phone rang again.
- - Yeah?
- - You again? I am really sorry, I must have been given the wrong number.
- - Ok.
- He hung up. The phone did not ring any more that night. But he could not
- sleep.
-
- He hung up. then He rushed down the stairs and out on the
- streets. He searched every house in the entire country
- before He found the bastard. He was sitting by the phone
- and called up sleeping people just to say that He got the
- wrong number. the bastard looked quite scared when he
- dashed into his room.
- now I got you, you fucking shithead! He screamed.
- the bastard was fat and ugly. the bastard tried to defend
- himself with the handset but with no results. He kicked it
- away and the entire phone fell to the floor and exploded in
- a cloud of smoke. the bastard was unarmed.
- I am so lonely, the bastard said. I have to call people
- to hear a voice. understand me.
- get a life, He said.
- He gave the bastard a hard punch over the chin. the
- bastard was knocked unconscious. He dragged the fat body to
- the bed that was placed in a corner of the small room and
- tied the bastard to it.
- then He went back out on the streets again. when he
- returned, the bastard had woken up. He held the big
- phone-booth that He had stolen over his head and screamed
- wrong number!
- wrong number!
- then He threw the phone-booth against the bastard. the
- bastard yelled in panic. the phone-booth landed on top of
- the bastard and crushed every bone in the body. blood
- dripped from the bed and down on the floor.
- He left the room, satisfied.
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- In the corner of his eye, he noticed how his little bother quickly moved
- the queen over the chess board.
- Oh dear, he thought. My brother - nine years old - plays chess and
- cheats. Why cannot kids of today learn what honesty means?
- He planned to tell his brother a few chosen words about how much he
- dislike people who cheats.
- But he did not. There was probably no idea anyway.
-
- what the fuck did you do? He asked and pushed the
- chess table away. it crashed down on the floor.
- I asked you a question, you asshole! he screamed, this
- time very loud.
- his brother looked shocked.
- suddenly, He decided to wipe out the face of his little
- brother forever. with a hard stroke, a iron stick smashed
- the head of his brother to nothing. the brain of smeared
- itself all over the wall paper.
- He threw the iron stick out of a window, then He turned to
- the brain on the wall paper and said
- you cannot use that one to cheat any more!
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-
- From: The Gnn
- To: L. Oser
- Subject: typing txt
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- TG>> I would like a few comments about my latest files.
-
- LO> Well, I must say that they were... rather average. I felt that
- LO> they had no real SUBSTANCE, if you get my point of view. Sometimes, I
- LO> feel that you only write for the "sake of writing". Try to include
- LO> more "facts" in them, like I do.
- LO> Talking about files, I have a LOT OF IDEAS right now! I will try to
- LO> get some free time (from all my girls!) and write them down, so stay
- LO> tuned!
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- I see. Thanks for your critic.
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- fuck you
- fuck you
- fuck you
- I shit on your crappy files, and I know that you hate me
- as much as I hate you and your pseudo-intellectual bullshit!
- I want to kill you and erase your account from this planet!
- die slow and in pain.
- you believe that you are something in this world, but you
- are nothing - only a big mouth that produces selfish
- statements that results in anger anger anger around you.
- some day we will meet - you and me alone.
- until then...
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