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From: dronon |
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March 24th, 2005 04:35 pm (UTC)
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Reminds me of a text file on my hard drive. I didn't write this... it came off one of the BBSes I was on in Toronto in the late '80s.
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I was typing an essay. Actually, I was staring at the screen, thinking about typing an essay. The intro was done...I can write killer intros. I figger, knock them profs off their feet right away and maybe they'll ignore the fact that the next ten pages are rot. I was thinking about rot. Actually about mold. What kind of mold could grow off that killer intro paragraph? The printer hummed for a second. I hadn't hit the print key. The print head lurched forward, printing in NLQ mode four characters. KILL I stared at it for some time, trying to figure out if it had anything to do with my essay topic - a comparison of divine powers in Genesis and Ovid. I wasn't sure. The print head lurched forward again. YOU HAVE THE POWER NOW. I wondered where the data was coming from. Those words were not in my thesis, despite it being a killer intro. KILL. I noticed at this point that when it printed, the recieve data LED on my modem lit up. The carrier detect had come on, yet I was not connected, and could see no real way that the incoming data would go straight to the printer. YOU HAVE THE POWER NOW. I instictively opened the sliding door to my balcony and went out. I looked down, then spread my new-found wings and lifted myself up into the night sky. I flew down to an alley and saw a man sitting on the ground, shivering against the cold winter air, a plastic bag under his nose. I caught the smell of glue. He saw me, but did not move. I approached and casually tore out his throat. Warm blood covered me in spurts. My eyes laughed. I felt better now and returned to finish my essay.
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From: momentrabbit |
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March 24th, 2005 04:13 pm (UTC)
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ooooo... the rabbit in the moon is all bloody...
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And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see... I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin' up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sarg came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall and said, "You're our boy."
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