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- Reorder
- (c) 1999 phiregod
- i am a hunter, searching this underground of electricity for an indiana
- jones-esque treasure. i plunge through the piles of bullshit, and sever
- the arteries of the sane. i found god, and i wasnt pleased, i found the
- messiah, and i wasnt saved. my very soul did i lay upon the altar, and
- when i lost it, i found it never was.
- machiavellian superheros shook my hand and turned their backs. my vision
- was clouded by the ciggerette smoke, and my voice was hindered by a well
- meaning gag. i placed my hands on the planchette and found the answer
- that i already knew.
- on a bloody sunday, i covered my eyes as to not see the plague. i felt
- the refreshing rain of revolution on my burning skin and i cried. i
- climbed the highest mountian i could find, surmounted the greatest
- challange and i found not even that was enough to distract me from the
- pain i felt. there are too many people to save, too many to even count.
- i read every bit of weathered parchment that i coud find, i plundered
- the the lair of every thief in search of text that would provide
- redemption. i gazed into the cherubic eyes, i smiled back at the chesire
- grins, i found no path to follow. at this point it was obvious that i
- would have to cut the road myself.
- The line was busy.
- The line was busy.
- The line was busy.
- The line was busy.
- The line was busy.
- as a draw another breath through my hookah of modern voodoo an image of
- a brave new world floods my mind. this sarcophagus of a free medium is
- merely another channel to convey advertisements. the few that dare to
- betray what they were born for, are hunted by those that serve the
- institution that we call a government. this house of cards that we
- reside in will not protect us from the inevitable storm.
- i have joined the danse macabre, i close my eyes to avoid the light. in
- this year 1984 i feel forced to conform to a norm that doesnt exsist.
- fleeting glimpses of a better place catch my eye as i take the hand of
- anubis and desend into the world i belong. in these apocalyptic times it
- is easier to turn away then to face the fight.
- i listen to the anthems of every power crazed country, i've found
- occasion to sing along, looking for a cause to fight for. more people
- here are looking for fame and fortune, i became a god when i lost the
- desire to obtain what i couldnt have. i was baptized in the runoff the
- the information super highway, yes, it even rains in hell.
- i've shed my armor of warez, i burned the castle of manuals, and i'm
- trying to say what others cant put into words. i followed dante's
- footsteps, and i drank hamlet's wine. if i'm going to die then i have
- nothing left to lose. if i seek not fame or fortune, i have nothing left
- to win. i want every scrap of information that was ever given birth to
- in this maquis, i seek to become the personifacation of what no one can
- have.
- this is the manifesto of the product of modern life; money, comic books,
- games, knowledge, and sex. i'm not claiming everyone belives this, i
- doubt many of the few that will read it will understand in a vauge way
- what i am trying to say. thats not a bad thing, the more poeple that are
- blind, the easier it will be to slip by unnoticed. this is where i
- belong, a faceless name, in all the faceless names that swarm the
- internet.
- phiregod
- comments: liquidphire@hotmail.com
- cc: hwa@press.usmc.net
- I took the liberty of naming this piece "reorder" the phreaks will
- understand this one, hope phiregod doesn't mind, keep writing and
- don't give up, some of us do understand ... - Ed
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