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Msg # - 49
Topic - Swag("I did not -- repeat NOT -- trade arms for hostages.")man
From - This Ascension [ #43 ]
Date - 08/13/89 03:05:00 AM
Only a Test...
"This Life is a test. It is only a test. Had this been an actual life, you
would have received instructions as to what to do and where to go."
This was only a test. If this had been a real emergency, you would have faced
a hell unimagined by Man. Your beloved house would have ripped through your
flesh in shards, as your eyes poached, and then your mind. But, just kidding
-- This was only a test! This was only a test.
Beautiful girl, hair gleaming in the California sun, ride your bike
home. Thought you could control the powder, and it controlled you. Waiting
for the world to die
you stayed alive.
you stayed alive.
Arterial blood running down your bathtub drain, laced with artificial
vigor because we didn't die fast enough. This is only a test...
The real forgotten man stands in America's canyon streets of shining
offal glory, scratches hated skin, eyes conceal, as he stares at alien spires
-- a Disneyland of greed where men write lies.
He'll buy what he can't afford, doesn't know what an atom is, just
knows there's bad shit coming down. Doesn't he know this was only a test?
He's had it since Korea, kept it up, oiled, deadly. Mexicans in his
front yard -- almost a dirty brown tide -- want to steal his Chevvie, put
Cucaracha music on his four-thousand dollar stereo.
Encroaching, don't share his fear strontium/Mexican nightmare all
oneandthesame, and God, the lawn needs cutting.
This is only a test
in Thine Father's House...
]LOAD LOVE
?FILE NOT FOUND
]LOAD PEACE
?FILE NOT FOUND
]LOAD COMPASSION
?FILE NOT FOUND
]LOAD FEAR
Enter Password: HATE
Launch Sequence Initiated...
Just kidding down there!
This is only a test.
Page fifteen of the "Nuclear Survival Manual", read in the guttering
light of a new blue sun says, "Dig, can you dig HARD?" Hope those bastard
Amerikkkans got it, too. Where is Katya? Why did it happen? Will it never
end? Testing...
Testing... Read pages 528-562 on Subliminal Bonding and Addressing.
Write essay, due before the Holocaust. Extra credit if you name the fear.
Darkness, born of light, steals our souls, rends our feelings, tears
our shields, conquers those it serves. It is only a test.
Mexicans/strontium, celesium suicides in bright blue dawns, broken
spires of wholesome lies, cobalt psychotherapy, primal scream in the test
that will never end.
THIS WAS ONLY A TEST!
The above story is an excerpt from Bryan Zepp Jamieson's book, "Rocketships & Stuff", to
be published May 1st, 1996 by Echolalia Press. Reprinted with permission. Reproduction
in electronic or written format is subject to fair useage provisions of copyright law.
Copyright © 1996, Bryan Zepp Jamieson. All other rights reserved.
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