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The Hogs of Entropy 1020
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$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1020
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "CRAZY RUSSIAN ANARCHIST"
$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by G. Sanchez
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$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
we picked up ed from cabrini green, the north side chicago housing
project that was featured in the horror movie "Candyman". he was bleeding
from his leg.
"Ed, you're bleeding."
"Yes, kids throw rocks."
to save time i'll paraphrase and try to convey the dissociative
logic you would be immersed in if you were one of the people he
considered friends with whom he would graciously punctuate interactions
with mind-ripping ideas and extreme physical violence- two forms of the
ed distillate.
first of all, there was a dumb bitch at work. but she was cute. so
he told her that if she would shut her mouth/cunt and stop being such a
dumb bitch, she would be a nicer person. he told her what: he'll go to
fuckin cabrini green right now and get a door so she can shut up her cunt
with it. he leaves work and walks twenty-five blocks to cabrini green to
find a door.
he sees some kids. five of them. around ten years old. he tells
them that he will come back tomorrow and teach them how to make bombs if
they will find a door for him for this woman. they search around and all
they find is an old tire- he says it will do and tells them to meet him
back here the next day at the same time and he will teach them how to
make bombs.
he brings the tire back to work and slams it on her desk.
next day, an hour before i've picked him up, he goes to cabrini
green and the kids are there. he's brought pagers and estes model rocket
engines. crack open the cement caps on the engines to get the
blackpowder. then hooks up the pager electronics to make a spark and
calls the pager from afar. kaboom.
older kids throw rocks at ed from a window and tell him to stay
the fuck outta the projects. he heads in to find them and beat the shit
out of them, but can't find them. then he gets into my car.
Ed's beauty, in his own words:
This world is so wicked, Marc. I was looking at Salvador Dali's pictures
this afternoon. Then I was betrayed in the evening. And arrested the
following morning. Dali just wanted to be himself. His pictures told me
so. I have never seen them before in my life so close and so real. I
KNOW what they were thinking while making that. Do you want to know? We
should go there together sometime....
we go back to his place. there's some guy working on electronics
there. ed shows me his MDT intercepting projects. mobile data terminals
that the cops use in their cars to run plates, check backgrounds, etc. he
shows me logs of the cops talking about him: "that crazy russian who
takes too much cough medicine". he tells me about two weeks ago when he
was left unattended in a local precinct interrogation room with a police
radio extender. he made that police station his bitch with a panicked
"shots fired, officer down, corner of 17th and racine". i ask him if he
wrote the MDT code himself- he responds by punching me in the nose. i am
bleeding. he says what the fuck do i think. i apologize.
while we're on the subject of crazy russian anarchist manifestos,
here is a picture of ed raping my mind with his razor barbed meta-cock:
Random acts of kindness mixed with random acts of disgrace rather than a
continuous contribution to the amount that you think will free you. It is
always the third party unsuspecting, but executing someone else's
instruction. stepping only in the certain direction because that was the
only direction that was let free? Instead of "let me go" try "let me go
where I want to". Because there is always a clause as long as you open
your mouth. But sometimes when you keep your mouth shut you wonder- where
is the applause?! ...
Gweeds. I can not believe this world. So much betrayal and so much
censorship. So much women for such little men. So much men for such
little women... What is up " friend"- will you let the faggots know
this? I am gonna print out copies because I am sick and so tired of
censorship. Before I start doing this bare handed - give me a call. I
saw Bruce Lee again in my dreams. You know what that means? You are
sleeping on my pillow again. Wake up fucker:).
thanks to ed, the earth now has an idea of what a straight version
of henry rollins might sound like. also: anarchy.
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[ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu #1020, BY G. SANCHEZ - 1/30/00 ]
