From: blowfish@carina.unm.edu (rON.)
Subject: "We Feed On Evil", a short vision.
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 92 10:59:07 GMT
Organization: University of New Mexico, Albuquerque

A short vision for your amusement.

Damn, its dark. Can't see a thing.
And cold, too. It doesn't feel cold, but I'm shivering like a damn leaf.
Still don't know where the hell I am, or how long I've been here. Shit.
Feels like my cell back from County, but its so damn cold. Hell, this
can't be jail- it woulda smelled like cops. Nah, can't be. Fuckin' cops
don't have a thing on me. I know they wasn't fast enough to catch up with
me after I went back to see Jeanne. Restraining order my ass. So I was
drunk and hit her a few times. So? Now they give me a piece of paper says
that a man can't go see his woman when he wants to? Ain't this a free country?
Ahh, the bitch had it coming. Probably called the damn cops herself. Goddamn
my head hurts. Lesee if I can remember. Went and had a few beers, watched the
first part of the Monday Night game. Fuckin' Giants, can't win for shit. 
Then I wanted to go see my woman. She starts havin' a scene, starts throwing
shit around, screaming. So I decided to get the hell out before the cops got
there. Dammit. Lesee. Yeah- then I went to the Niner to shoot some pool. Was
winnin' some of my money back I lost on the damn game, when this faggy lookin'
guy walks in with some skinny bitch hanging onto him like he was fuckin' Tom
Cruise or something. And then...what was that?
Shit, that sounded like a scream. Fuckin' I'm cold. And tired. And my damn
head hurts. Shit- there's that scream again. I'm gonna start crying like a
goddamn schoolgirl if this keeps up.
C'mon dammit. Grow the fuck up. Damn, thats better.
So, there was this faggy lookin guy- long black hair and dressed like he just
came from the fuckin' opera or something. Man we laughed our asses off. He
sits at the bar and orders a Gin and Tonic. We laughed and laughed. Teddy down
in the corner shouts out 'Hey, you sure you don't want a Shirley Temple or
something?'. And we all laughed again- this was getting good. He turns and
looks across the crowd. Something odd about the guy- like you can't look right
straight into his eyes or something. He says 'Do you have an objection to my
drink selection?'. Hoo, hoo, that was funny. I was splittin' a gut. Then Big
John (Yeah, I know, stupid fuckin' name, but after he beat the shit outta 5
guys a couple of years back, ain't nobody around gives him any trouble) get
up with his cue and walks over to the guy. John says 'Yeah, we gotta fuckin'
objection to your drink selection, and I think you better get the fuck outta
here, you hear me boy?'. Well, I knew I was about to see someone get a pool
cue broke over his pretty little head. The guy turns back towards the bar
and John spins him around and says 'Hey, fag, didn't you hear me? I said get
the fuck outta here.' The guy did something, I didn't see what, but John
stepped back a step and swung the pool cue over his head right at the guy.
Then, this is weird, it looked like the cue never touched the guy! Oh hell
it broke and all, but it never touched him. I didn't have time to think about
that too much then, because then all hell broke loose and we was in the middle
of a full blown brawl. Goddamn I was having fun- threw that fuckin' Joey
across a damn table- always wanted to do that. But then, dunno how, I felt
something odd, and I blacked out. And here I am, whereever the hell here is.
Hey- what's that sound. Like a fuckin' rat. Wish I had my gun- I love blowin'
the shit outta rats. Hey wait, that looks like a light over that way. Damn
I wish I wasn't so tired, I can hardly move. Hey, that looks like someone
coming over this way. Oh shit. No. Shit no. Shit no. Shit no. No, fuckin'
goddamn fuckin' no nononono. NO! 
yes.....
I'm yours.

end.

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