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Posted 28 February 2002, 11.38 am by Sickan

You have somehow managed to get out of bed; looking out the window, realizing the sky is grey and rain is falling in big drops. You shiver and try to prepare yourself to get out there, to get to work. You walk into the kitchen and turn on the coffeemaker.
Like a zombie you go to the bathroom – look in the mirror. Turn around, remember what you are doing in the cold room and turn on the showerhead. The water is hot and steam raises calmly – steps into the cabinet and let the water freshen you up.
Finally you step out again, regrets it immediately, your skin contracts and you feel the biding cold again. Put on clothes and feel a bit better, warm, walks to the kitchen and grabs a mug on the way and pour yourself the steaming coffee. You stand by the window, sips the coffee, feel it run trough your body, smiles vaguely – the rain has stopped, the drops has turned into a puddle.
The street is dark and grey, the shadows is long and reaches out, trying to get the single man on the street. The man is wearing a cotton coat, walks quickly with small steps, trying to protect his fragile body from his soaked clothes. You look at the clock, you are late, you grab you coat and rushes to the door. You walk out into the cold.
You look up on the dark sky and a big drop of water clashes on your cheek. You start to walk – the rain hits you harder.


Posted 26 February 2002, 1.06 pm by Jake

A pretty olive-skinned woman with flowing black hair walked down the beach. She looked to the shore, sizing up the 15-foot-tall grating-and-barbed-wire fence that snaked down the coastline and made an immediate right angle towards the land. It ran all the way from the beach to the border. It was high tide, and the fence sat about 10 feet out from the water's edge.
She had been thinking for a while, and had decided that today was the day. She was going to get over that fence, even if it meant her life. She looked around nervously, and began to run. Her pace quickened as she neared the fence. As soon as she hit it she began to climb. She clamored over the barbed wire and lost her grip. She found herself hurtling face-first towards the ground, when she was jolted. She screamed in agony and looked upward. Her foot was tangled in a loop of barbed wire. The skin tore like wet paper, followed by muscles and tendons, ripping like fabric. Blood spewed forth and ran down her leg like a river of crimson. She frantically pawed the fence, bellowing in pain as the spikes tore ribbons of skin and flesh from her leg. Hearing voices, she scrambles and gasps to relieve herself of the wire. As she dangles there in a panic, her weight finally causes the barbed wire to give.
It snapped. She lands on the other side of the fence with a resounding thud. She looks up in a daze, noticing the strange, new people gathering around her, with rocks in their hands. A large, shirtless man bellowed out a command in a language she has never heard before, and the sharp rocks begin to rain on her. She shrieks in pain, curls up in a fetal position, and cries herself into a warm, black, endless sleep as the rocks pelt her frail body.

Crime Watch

Posted 25 February 2002, 4.34 pm by Craig

Everyone has a Web Cam now. Chicks, Dicks, Rats, Cat's and now even a Prison!!

Below is a small part of the disclaimer:

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Visit The first live webcam from inside a working jail!!.

I'm not normally cruel...

Posted 23 February 2002, 11.05 pm by The_Roach

I'm really not. I have been influenced by some delinquents.

Here's the situation: I was sitting around my apartment with Waldo, Mr. Spooky and Berly today. When I stepped into my room to check some e-mail, I discovered that someone had sent me an Instant Message... thinking I was her son. The three workers on iniquity that I had been spending my time with ruthlessly encouraged me to try and fuck around with her head. What follows is a transcript of conversation:

Woman: Frankie, what are you doing? Answer me back. MOM
Woman: Your Internet provider is rejecting my emails to you. I have your user name and pass word so you can log in on the Family site at:
Your user name word and your pass word is...ei9c8p2...
You can sign on and look at the pictures posted from our relatives. Don't lose this info. MOM
Woman: Here is my email address: Address removed
Roach: What?
Woman: Oh, so now you respond
Roach: Ummmm....
Woman: aren't you so funny
Roach: I'm not really sure how to respond to this..
Woman: well, the emails I've sent to you came back to me because yuor provider didn't accept them
Roach: What's the e-mail address you're using?
Woman: presidency
Roach: Hang on mom... the prostitute is distracting me...
Woman: is she giving you a blow job? if not, then lick her bush
Woman: can you tell that Ned is sitting next to me and putting in his comments?
Roach: Yeah, ma... I can tell. She's giving me head in a girl scout niform...
Roach: I think she's only 15... I'm not gonna check her ID until she's passed out from all the heroin.
Woman: put that little fly away and talk English
Roach: Huh?
Woman: I was trying to send you your user name and password to get on to the family site.
Roach: Oh... thanks...
Woman: you probably didn't even get it
Roach: I got in the IM
Woman: It's....
username is...Removed
password is...ei9c8p2
Roach: Yeah... I've got it...
Woman: get on it and see what your brother and sisters look like and your nieces and nephews.
Woman: what day is your son due in July?
Roach: It's not even mine mom... thanks for bringing up the painful memories...
Woman: Jim said, it could be his from when he was up there last year
Roach: :-)
Woman: He said you'd have to have a duel but first you'd have to catch him and he is fertile and loves to make boys
Woman: O:-)
Roach: Is that "make boys" or "have boys". I remember him saying something about slicking their hair back and pretending they're eight.
Roach: I mean... there was that cub scout fiasco...
Woman: oh yeah. he told me about that and he said you were the first one in line
Roach: I was just selling the tickets...
Woman: he said that you had bought them all because you have sooooooo much moneyyyyy and didn't want to share
Woman: 8-)

(It was at this point that all three of them said that they would lose all respect for me if I didn't try and take this woman's money and have it donated to AKpCEP. Peer pressure sucks.)

Roach: Are you still donating money to worthy causes?
Woman: did you write down your username and password? Man, that prostitute must be doing agreat job on you
Woman: what money?
Roach: Didn't you give something to the NEA last year?
Woman: what's the NEA
Roach: The National Endowment for the Arts
Woman: why would I do something like that for? I work too hard for the little money I make. They should be giving it to me because I'm a work of art myself. One of a kind. No duplicates can be made.
Roach: Thank God for that.
Woman: how are Amy and Liza?
Woman: How is your job going? Is Amy still taking courses?
Dunkelzahn: They're doing alright... Out of the house right now. Amy's thinking about giving up on the school thing.
Woman: Why? Is she tired of school? Or is she going to take it up after the baby is born?
Roach: A little from column A, a little from column B. She's not sure if she's going to go back or not.
Woman: I'm going to go with Ned to Fred Meyers, so I'm going to let you go for now. Maybe later on I'll check and see if you're online again. Say hi to them all. Love ya. Bye.
Woman signed off at 3:50:38 PM.

I'm currently torn as to whether or not to simply block the poor woman, or continue playing around. I will say that this poor bastard has one ugly family. I feel so dirty...

Ha ha ha *cries*

Posted 23 February 2002, 10.47 am by Alexander

Sometimes I find humour to be the only way to stop me fuming at the utter stupidity of the American government. Take this site for example. Rather amusing, methinks, in a kinda 'internet humour' kinda way.

Remember! Nuclear annihilation isn't that scary!

The family concept!

Posted 21 February 2002, 11.28 pm by Sickan

The family is threatened from the inside and the outside! There is the pressure from the labour market, which takes most time from parents; this forces the children into institutions.

It is also threatened from the inside because of a huge emotionally pressure. The family has become a place for discussion (not necessarily a bad thing) The family has turned into a negotiation-family, every little decision has to be discussed and every member of the family is a part of the process.

We still love to play the whole family thing, but not all the way, we still want our self-realization, our career, the experience of the momentary insanity when we fall head over heels in love. All this we want in our lives or else we can’t exist and we feel empty!

The liberation from men has made it possible for women to shuffle lose form men and thereby make an existence for herself and for her children.
I think its sad that there are so many divorces these days, its like we cant even find out who we want to spend our lives with and we wont fight for the love and family which we already have created… its like we feel we can allow ourselves to step on people and walk away if there’s some difficulties in the relationship!

WAKE UP!! We cant always be friends… but we can try and it just seems as if we aren’t trying that hard! Maybe we are too willing to think we have found the right one too fast or else we are too picky, either way, we are not doing a very good job, when it comes to family!

Listen to your parents

Posted 21 February 2002, 7.04 pm by Alexander

By the time I moved out of home, which was incidentally exactly one week after a major argument, I already knew my parents were right. Admitting it, of course, was another thing altogether.

It's a bitter irony that the only thing that makes you appreciate others wisdom is the accumulation of your own. When I see people younger than me rebelling in the traditional futile manner against people who have only their best interests at heart, it makes me sad and reassures me at the same time.

It makes me sad because of course, no Susan you can't stay out at the club until 2am because you're only just 18 and last week a girl your age was raped and strangled on the same path you'll be walking down. No Tony, you can't go hang out with John and Zack because I happen to know they're rampant bag-heads (glue sniffers) and the peer pressure for you to get into it will be great.

It reassures me because it shows me I had a normal childhood. I thought I was always right - I said some truly horrible things to my parents which to this day I feel ashamed of. I thought I was the first to feel a certain way, first to discover this or that sexual proclivity. I can honestly say I was wrong in virtually every case.

For christs sake, people. No matter how old you are, the next time you're about to slam that bedroom door, or swear at your overworked, stressed, secretly ill mother, fucking THINK about WHY they're telling you what they are. What possible motivation would they have for stopping you having fun? None. Just help with the fucking chores because if you're very lucky indeed in 10-20 years you'll be so happy that you walked in the house after a long day trying to pay the mortgage to find the dishes clean and the carpet hoovered.

Just, for christs sake, listen to your parents.

Sunday bloody Sunday

Posted 19 February 2002, 9.44 pm by Sickan

I was walking along an empty street this Sunday morning. Walking in my own thoughts and just minded my own business when I noticed a car backing up against me, so I walked to the left so the driver wouldn’t hit me. I saw the car make a sudden turn and the next I knew it hit me. Not hard or anything and I stayed on my feet, but still hurts pretty bad to have a car bumped into your hip. The driver didn't notice me or ignored me and just drove off… and I stood there looking after him while I realized what had happened. There was nothing to do but to go home and feel bad. So I did. The hip wasn’t hurting that bad (fist came a couple of days later with this black mark heheh) but my back started to kill me. Oh well a little pain wont kill ya I thought and ignored it (trying to be hard, didn't work).
Oh well, after a couple of hours I had to sit in a train for like 4 hours to get home from my “lovely” vacation. As we all know it isn’t much fun to sit in a train, no matter what. So I mentally prepared myself with a good book and some coffee. I noticed an old couple seated next and across me. So I smiled friendly and was kinda happy that it wasn’t a flock of teenage girls or some lonely man talking about his failed marriage. (that kinda people always entertain me in trains!!) So I got as comfortable as possible and opened my book and started to read. After a while the man (seated in front to me) fell asleep… and about half an hour later he stared to snore… just a little bit, but then he just kept on, pretty annoying but I could live with it. Then he just turned up his volume and snored as if it was his last day on earth or what ever! Damn he made some noise, I could hear people around staring to laugh at him and whisper and stuff. I looked at his wife, who didn't notice at all. I tried to focus on my book but I couldn’t, I couldn’t focus on anything except the old man. I looked up again and he had stared to drool. I closed my eyes and tried to go to my happy place!! About 4 hours later I got to my destination. Hadn’t been able to find my happy place so I instead dreamed about taking a big ass gun and blast him to hell or the ocean where this god damn Deep-one came from!!!
Finally I got off the train and home, without being hit by a car or run into a snoring monster with drool around his mouth.
Some days are bad, but Sundays are always a pile of crap!
I admit this one was really rare, but just proofs my philosophy about Sundays; we have to have bloody Sundays!

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only because i traded it for a candy bar in the 80's.

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