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[ Suicidal Maniac's Shitty File ] [ By Suicidal Maniac ]
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Suicidal Maniac's Shitty File
Introduction
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Well, I'm sure that most of you folks are saying who the fuck is
this guy. But, there are a few of you who are saying, hey, I know this
guy. So let's talk about who I am.
I'm a veteran to the p/h world, long since retired. My alias is
Suicidal Maniac. I ran Condemned Reality BBS a few years ago, which in
its time was one of the largest and busiest BBSes in the p/h world.
The demise of an underground guru comes in one of two ways, he or
his BBS gets busted or he burns out. I kept my shit straight and my
BBS standing on the line between legal and illegal, so obviously, I
ended up burning out.
My history with uXu dates back from the very beginning of uXu. The
Chief was a member in good standing on my BBS when he approached me
about becoming the US HQ for uXu. I was at that time K-C0W board and
the NoT HQ, but uXu looked really interesting to me. The Chief already
had more than 20 releases in a very short time of existence. So, I
took the chance on the new kids on the block (no offense, this isn't
meant to be a pun), and put the uXu shit up and ready to go.
Wouldn't you know that uXu started becoming a large enough force
that I was getting new callers from all over the globe calling because
they had gotten my number off of a uXu file.
So, basically in this introduction I would like to give a hats off
to The Chief for the enormous work he has done for the underground. I
have to admit, before I saw these uXu guys come around, I thought the
p/h underground was dying. Phearless and The Chief appeared on the
scene with more enthusiasm than anyone in the underground.
Although I do not directly participate in the underground anymore
through the BBSes, I do get the files from the FTP sites. I can see
just by looking at the number of files being produced that uXu has
given the other underground groups a swift kick in the ass. It seems
that everyone is producing now.
To end this introduction, I would like to say that I would be
interested in receiving mail over the internet from anyone that used to
be on Condemned Reality that has access to the internet. And one other
thing, Splice, if you are out there, try to contact me. My internet
mail address is
[email protected], so send me some mail
and let me know what's new.
Section I -
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You may have seen some of my work published by the cDc, COD, AA, or
NoT, but here's some things that are new, or old stuff that hasn't been
published. This section is all poetry.
Slice
Iron clad maidens
Falling in line.
Entering a state of madness.
Hysteria strikes....
Wandering uterus,
Migrating through
the polluted systems.
Symbol of life
Out of control,
Influenced behavior.
The symbol of death.
Vital functions blocked
by its passage.
Running through the blood.
Morbid bodies, all with jobs.
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The Mirror
Looking out at another shapeless day
I decided to take a walk.
While pondering the pages of my mind,
I ran into two friends of mine.
One named conformity,
The other named individuality.
They asked if I may help them.
A disagreement they were in.
Fighting over expression through each other.
They can see each other
in themselves.
A mirror.
Enter into the world of my friend.
Individuality strikes us all.
For that brief moment,
Entering into life from the womb.
Our life is undetermined for a
Fine fine hair of time.
We are without identity.
We are ourselves.
The other friend, it's his world.
A world of black and white television.
Monaural sound, bells that do not ring.
The smell of fresh air is non-existent.
Conformity strikes us after birth.
We are tagged so as not to get lost.
While overviewing the disagreement I ran into another friend.
His name is insanity.
He claims he can walk through the mirror.
Insanity is a hallucination.
Seeing someone else
In the mirror of life.
Driving backwards through
The lanes of the living highway.
Running in the mirror,
without a reflection.
Throughout the disagreement we seem to have forgotten a friend.
His name is society.
Society says there is no mirror.
Very well we all say.
I never saw the mirror.
Me, I'm superstition.
I broke the mirror.
Some may confuse me with insanity.
Yes, we look much alike.
I break all the mirrors I see.
I tell you this, never trust the mirror.
It lies.
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The Ritual
Come, let's join hands.
Eat the paper
It won't hurt you.
The ground is spinning,
Reality slips away.
You feel a breeze,
As your spirit leaves you.
You're outside now,
Floating in the air.
Hold my hand tightly,
We're beginning to merge.
An orgasmic grip tightens
Around your waist.
Our souls are one now,
Let's make the journey.
Your body below us
Slowly drifts away.
We soar above the mountains,
And into the desert.
Everything flushes red.
A voice calls, "I am lonely."
The voice continues "Will you dance with me?"
"Who are you, where are you?"
"I am no one. Will you dance with me?"
"Where am I? Where are you?"
"You are nowhere."
"Where are you?"
"I am everywhere."
Entering Nirvana you peak.
The journey is set in reverse.
Reality focuses in.
The world is gray.
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Section II -
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Ok, a lot of files I've been seeing lately have been about what's
cool and what's not. Well, I'd just like to say one thing, those are
all opinions, and that's it. I'd like to express a few opinions myself
in this section.
II.a - Respect
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It seems that some of the lamer 14 year old dorks that get on a few
p/h boards like to brag about how they sent a virus to a local PD
board. What I want to say about this is, you're a fucking dork. The
only time that it should be acceptable to send somebody a virus is if
they do something to you personally. Nobody should have the idea that
PD boards must die. They have their niche in the computer world just
as much as the underground. They also have every right to exist.
II.b - Music
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I've seen all kinds of shit in files about if you listen to a
certain kind of music, you are a true dork. Only rap and alternative
are cool now. Ok, I listen to alternative, but let's face it rap
SUCKS! I'll take Ministry, Skinny Puppy, or STP anyday over Snoop
Doggy Dog. I went through my rap phase. That was part of growing up.
It was NWA, Public Enema, and the Geto Fags back then. Then I began
to realize that all the gangsta rappers were a bunch of losers who made
money that other people were more deserving of.
I listen to a great variety of music. There's no law saying that
it's only cool to listen to rave groups and shit like that. I listen
to as much classic rock as I do metal and rave.
II.c - How to tell if you are a dork
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Ok, everybody stop writing these fucking files. I think that the
last one of these files that was truly enjoyed was written in 1986 or
1987. The idea has gotten old. Everybody can tell a dork when they
see one, and most likely, the person also knows they are a dork. There
is no need for a fucking definition file.
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Well folks, it's been interesting to put a file out again. Hopefully,
I'll be able to do some more writing and either submit it to the cDc or
uXu for publishing.
I hope you liked this file, if you didn't, FUCK YOU!
This is Suicidal Maniac saying, "If you can't sack 'em, slap 'em!"
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