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Luna Digizine Isue 01
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Luna Digizine Volume 1, Issue 1 - Copyright Gerritt Baer / Luna 1996
Luna is a textfile publication that may be distributed freely, anywhere,
in any form as long as the contents herein remain unchanged.
" Life is not right, well life is not moon june spoon, it's more
like crash, bang, boom, more like water from the moon " - spot
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(A) %% welcome
Welcome, welcome friends, to Luna e-zine issue one. Luna will be a
monthly/bi-monthly electronic magazine dedicated to something I hold a
deep love for. Writing. I can't promise you'll like it, I couldnt even
say you'll slightly enjoy it. But you might, and someone out there is
bound to. If not, it will have not been a failure, for I write not for
you, I write for me.
So with that in mind, I shall begin.
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%% table of contents
A :: welcome
1 :: dog drool or the sellout -- (story)
2 :: Fear -- (poem)
3 :: music for music sake -- (opinion)
Z :: closing
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(1) %% dog drool or the sellout
A young man, around seventeen enters the room. Skateboard in one
hand, his hat in the other. He sits down in a large room decorated with
various posters, dirty clothes, old bottles and junk covers the floor.
A small broken tv sits in the corner with an old nintendo. The stereo
is turned all the way up, blasting nofx, nearly shaking the house.
The man tosses his skateboard down next to the matress on the floor
and asks the rooms occupant to turn the music down.
" Dude, I can't hear a thing, turn that shit down. "
" Hey man, whats up, wanna go skate? "
" No time, I got big news. Wait till you hear this dude, You know
that old man's dog round the block? Well, I was just skating by and I
saw him, only this time he wasn't on a damn chain. I started to go
back the other way when I heard something running up behind me. So I
turned around and sure enough the stupid mutt was on his way to chew
my neck out. I figured if I ran he would catch me for sure so I just
stood still, damn if that dog got close enough I would bash it's head
in with my board. "
" So what happened? "
" Thats when it got scary, when he was like five feet away from me
he just stopped, like he was checking me out. Then he did somethin
I've never seen a dog do before, it was wacked out. He grinned. I
don't get how he did it, but have you ever seen a dog grin before? He
grinned then licked his teeth and ran back to his house. It wasn't
like a vague dog smile, it was like a human grin, scared the shit out
of me. "
" So what? "
" So what!? I just saw a dog smilin at me man, whats with you. Its
not like I'm on bloody lsd or somethin, it was spooky. "
" Eh, no big deal. "
" Moron. "
And the boy just shrugged, grinned and licked his teeth.
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(2) %% Fear
Terror of thought obscures reality,
drops all emotion, animals we become.
Fear takes over, controls the thought,
adrenalin speaks, from it we appear.
Come down to the place, where the old men march
where the dogs run rabid, where the you get lost
I am here, I am there, I am lost everwhere
Get sucked in, get thrown out
you live in fear, you live in doubt.
True colors, underestimated we see,
that shouldn't be you, that shouldn't be me.
Bring out the angst, beat it to death,
Drive to hell, then you will see,
Fear is candid, fear is me.
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(3) %% music for music sake
Music is a melodical or sometimes not so melodical repetition of
sounds that come together to make a sound appealing to the senses. That
is a very rough interpretation of what I think music is. Music changes
the mood, it affects the overall effect of working and has the power to
make some people just stand up and dance.
It has the power to make people hurt each other, it soothes the
savage beast and it commands. It is a force second only to words. I
say talk isn't cheap, I say chatter is cheap, talk is power. Music is
talk squared. Music is toe-tappin, knee-slappin joy for the ears. It
gives me chills to contemplate the power of music.
And yet, the opressive and annoying sanguines and cholerics, most of
them anyway, would have us belive otherwise. I have yet to meet a
strong phelgmatic or mellancholy that doesn't feel as I do about music.
I appreciate and love music for music, it is a force that puts me in
a state of euphoria to angst. What have you been listening to?
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(Z) %% closing
Well, thats all really. Short n' Sweet. Please if you read this and
honestly enjoyed it, write me. Mail is sacred. Anyway, have a nice day
and don't miss the next issue of Luna. Until Then.
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Eeyore (Gerritt Baer) can be contacted via email (oceans@gate.net)
or snailmail (1189 Hillsboro Mile #6, Hillsboro Beach Fl 33062).
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