=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= joy --- a slick sly motherfucker looks me up and down, says 'hey baby, lookin good' and i feel like a ham on a hook in Joe Schmoe's butcher shop. his leer yawns like a chasm, and disgust twists in the pit of my gut. whip me, hurt me, make me bleed. that's all i am good for. i look down at my scuffed black boots, the hole in the knee of my leggings, the worn flannel, (hey baby, looking homeless) and wonder how far i have to go to look unlovable and totally leavable. i type inanely (make install) and crawl around on the floor (which patch panel does this fucking thing plug into?) and growl at the insane howl of my pager (BOGUS! Build failed!). do this, do that, can i lick your boots mister, and would you like that in perl or /bin/sh? i picture pools of blood forming in the cracks between the keys of my keyboard. i think i am having a nervous breakdown. (where is your entourage?) she asked me while she poured my grande' non-fat latte. yeah, my fucking entourage, only she doesn't know that i have two of them. i glance over my shoulder and there is no one there, but i can feel them piled up on my back like a demon orgy out of a Stephen King novel. (they are on vacation) and i smile and sip my latte, but a tear gathers in the corner of my eye. dark grey days are my style. a day like today makes me feel like my soul is in tune with the weather, and i want to thank god for noticing me. (please sir, can i have some more?) i am having a nervous breakdown. having a nervous breakdown #!/bin/sh patch panel annexes coffee bills too much too soon too young glowing angel want to go to him please sir can i have some more and while you are at it can you make more feel more worthless cause i think i slipped and had self esteem for a second there and i want to sleep for days in a cool room break shit while people who do not love me point and laugh the world is spinning and dear god how i love this shit yeah. a nervous breakdown. demonika =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = Questions, Comments, Bitches, Ideas, Rants, Death Threats, Submissions = = Mail: jericho@dimensional.com (Mail is welcomed) = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = To receive new issues through mail, mail jericho@dimensional.com with = = "subscribe fuck". If you do not have FTP access and would like back = = issues, send a list of any missing issues and they will be mailed. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = AnonFTP FTP.DIMENSIONAL.COM/users/jericho/FUCK = = FTP.SEKURITY.ORG/pub/zines/fucked.up.college.kids = = FTP.GIGA.OR.AT/pub/hackers/zines/FUCK = = FTP.ETEXT.ORG/pub/Zines/FUCK = = WWW http://www.dimensional.com/~jericho = = http://www.reps.net/~krypt/fuck.html = = http://www.simunye.com/fuck = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = (c) Copyright. All files copyright by the original author. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=