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A little novel...

Posted 29 January 2002, 8.05 pm by Sickan

Eternal life

Chapter 1
He looked out on the grey afternoon and tried to count the endless drops falling from the sky. He imagined that the big drops were blood and he was witnessing Armageddon. The apartment was small end messy – there were sheets of old newspapers all over the place and beer cans and take-away food scattered over the table and floor. He looked upon his lab-top and remembered what he was doing – writing a novel. He had to finish it next week – but his mind was dead – the endless stream of ideas and thoughts had come to an end. He climbed down on the floor from the window still and stepped loudly on a cheep beer can. He didn’t care. Actually he didn’t care about anything anymore, now everything was dead to him, life was dead but he wouldn't surrender to the emancipated death just to free his soul – he would write a short story so great that he could live through it.
He sad down by the computer and looked at the never-ending pause-screen – a little smiley-face jumping around on a black background. He pressed enter and the screen turned blue and he looked at an empty sheet of digital paper, a little black line blinked under the menu – a sign to symbolize his empty dead mind. He pressed a button and “Suicide is Painless” streamed out of the speakers next to the black computer – he leaned back and listened to Marilyn Mansons comforting voice telling him to give up – but he wouldn't – the world could not win, he was to strong. He leaned forward again and started writing.

"The density was growing. Soon it would form a drop so big, that it would finally surrender its hold on the wall and draw a thick crimson line down the green tapestry. In the far reaches of his shattered mind, he could recall some teacher telling him, that red and green were contrary colours, and that they would compliment each other when they were presented together. The way this single drop caught his eyes in a hypnotic trance assured him that his teacher had been right. Now was the moment, finally gravity took the small drop, and it ran towards the floor."

Suddenly he stopped. He felt watched. He looked around, but there were nothing to see. Of course not, no one had been there in months so why would they come now? He remembered he really didn't had any friends anymore – they had all left town to get a “better life” they said. They had al married in a fairly early age and properly already been divorced. He shook his head. Why even worry about them now? Soon he would be famous and rich and accepted in society and then they would all eat their words again.
There it was again, just a little sound, like the wind in an empty alley – someone or something were out there and it were watching him. He looked around, but he was alone.


To be continued...

KKK for KIDs

Posted 29 January 2002, 6.21 pm by Craig

I don't know what to write about this link so just go visit it. Warning the colours are almost as bad as the Killer Japanese Seizure Robots website and the music in the background should be banned!!

Please Note
I am in no way associated with the Ku Klux Klan, I just find this link funny!!

Indefinable Experience

Posted 29 January 2002, 3.59 am by Berly

Ever think about how important experience is?
Experience. Better than intellect?

Anyone who has ever sought a job has likely been evaluated based on experience. Accepted and at times rejected based solely on their level of experience. This is considered a fair method of evaluation.

Look at the words empathy and sympathy. As I was taught, empathy can only be felt if I have actually experienced the same circumstances that the target of my empathy is experiencing. Sympathy is something I feel when I can imagine how someone feels. Apparently it’s all about the experience.

How do you know which experiences are right or beneficial for you? Too little. The wrong kind. Too much. Just right. I think most of us believe that a life of crime leading to extended stays in the pokey is something we would not enjoy, and would not want to experience. But for this and other examples not as clearly defined as harmful – how do we know?

Parent to child – peer to peer – friend to friend – mentor to student: “Listen to me, trust me. I know for a fact that you do/don’t want to experience _____________.” And conversely: “Listen to me, trust me. Don’t believe everything you hear/read/see. Find out for yourself…except where my advice is concerned.”

Wisdom. How does one become wise? Experience. To me, this feels like that theory on galaxies and black holes. It says that you can’t have one without the other. What do you think?

Can any experience, good or bad, be known by anyone but the actual participant(s)? I think we can come close, but not close enough. We can offer virtual experience via advice, example and visual aid. Ultimately the wisdom must be gained by the inquisitor, through his or her own inimitable experience.

Killer Japanese Seizure Robots!

Posted 28 January 2002, 5.14 pm by Craig

This is one of the weirdest websites I have come across in a long time.

Killer Japanese Seizure Robots!

Warning, if you have seizures due to flashing lights, Do NOT visit this site... That is unless you like having a seizure ofcourse!!

The AKpCEP Store

Posted 28 January 2002, 12.59 am by marilee

Finally, AKpCEP has a store! If you look over to your left you will see the link, click on it and buy yourself a new wardrobe. Why buy from us? It supports the site and also helps advertise, which means more hits. We all like it when we are part of something big, these shirts will remind you of how (unlike most people) you can truthfully claim you are.

Ignoring all the political reasons, these shirts are just damn cool. Keep checking back to find limited edition T-Shirts and new designs. This store is ever changing, so keep yourself updated.

I encourage all Staff and AkpCEP fans to send us in their ideas for shirts and new products. If you don't see something you like now, it doesn't mean we couldn't have it up soon as long as you provide input.

I also would love it if people sent us photos featuring themselves in our products. We can start a thread in the Shed and post them up there.

Seriously folks, wouldn't it just rock if you were walking down the street and you noticed someone in one of our shirts? It can and will happen, but only with your involvement!

Cheers,
Dot

Voov Experience

Posted 27 January 2002, 7.26 pm by Berly

I found this site while doing some legal research, believe it or not.

This is a site dedicated to "Germany's annual psychedelic trance festival". I had never even heard of a trance festival. It sounds like it might be similar to the Burning Man thing here in the States that I've heard so much about. *shrug*

Have some time on your hands? Check out VooV for a little fun. Go to the Impressions section and check out some of the festival attendees. Download some of the quicktime video shorts that were put together.

Flash Movies

Posted 27 January 2002, 5.55 pm by Craig

Here are my top three flash movies of the week. Enjoy them...

Harry Pothead

Rooftop Skating

Stick Man

That's all for today, Check back next sunday for my top three flash movies of the week!!

Fights create losers

Posted 27 January 2002, 1.11 pm by Sickan

When I was about 14 or so, I got home late one night from a party and I walked in from the basement so I wouldn’t wake up the whole house, I turned on the light and noticed some blood scattered on the wall by the stairway. I looked at it and noticed that there was noise from the living room, so I hurried up there. There were about 4 men in the room, all friends of mine, they all looked down on my brother who sat in a sofa with a cloth to his head. They all turned around when they heard me, and I asked them what had happened. They told me that they had found my brother in our garden where he had been beaten! In our own fucking garden!! My brother told me, with some difficulties that he wasn't sure who had done this to him, but he had an idea that it was this guy whom he had incidentally spilled some beer on to a party. Never the less, who ever it was, the person had gathered some of his friends and followed my brother to our house and kicked him in his face with military boots…. And at some point he passed out!

Hmm… I sit there thinking about all the times I've seen people get into fights when they are out for a drink – I wonder WHY?? Why the hell get into fights? I mean, being a girl and all (but never the less have been in my fair share of fights) you disagree with some people and then you jump them and you try your best to kick the living hell out of them, but they usually always win, oh never mind!
Well getting into fights are a “normal” action these days, there are losers who go out for the sole purpose of finding a soul who they know they can beat and do so. Why? What is it that turns them on by doing this? Is it that they feel as the better man, at a completely primitive level? Or is it just that they have some issues that they cant deal with on a normal basis, and then feel the need to see blood?
I don’t know what to think about these people, well I know that they are losers, that’s not it, but in my blackened heart I sometimes find myself feeling sorry for this kind of “humans” and there’s a feeling I don’t know what to do with!

Thinking of one of my friends (Jack "Prejudice, or suffering for the way you look") who just suffered under such person’s ignorance and stupidity, I don’t feel one bit sorry for them, I just want to find this man and kick him in his face. But that doesn’t make me a better human; I would just get down on his level!! Or would I, isn’t it normal wanting to get revenge??
I dont know... all I know is that I hate people who feel the need to hit someone when they cant defend themselves in another way!




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Props to Green Mamba for bringing the weirdness

Hmph

80s candy bars were pretty good

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

lol we all know you don't have a soul ghoti

my soul for some carbs...

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