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Underground eXperts United File 096
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Underground eXperts United
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[ The Family Man ] [ By The GNN ]
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"THE FAMILY MAN"
by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
I saw my neighbors
on the television today
screaming about a sniper in our block
So he stared into the wall and thought about nothing. His cold eyes
seemed to examine the concrete as if it contained something interesting.
In his head, chaos ruled supreme. His mind was filled with thoughts he
never had believed he could make up. It surprised him. Maybe he was a
genius after all.
Dare dare dare devil what is inside your head? Listen to what I have to
say, or after all do not let me interfere your private life.
A voice spoke to him. Comfortable. It was not necessary to face anyone.
He just had to listen. So he listened carefully.
The house he lived in had lost its brown color to a grey one. No one
lived there by free will, "but in these days you have to take what you
get". What you get. That was not very true, since no one ever had given
anything to him. But in THESE DAYS what could you expect?
A scream from the apartment above woke him up for a moment. He watched
the clock on the wall. It did not work. Of course. The time had been
fourteen minutes to twelve the last two years.
Time. The end of time. When he discovered that he could not stop the
endless wheel of time, it was too late. Everything was gone - his work,
friends and his mind. He would not miss it.
He moved his position so he could stare out the window instead.
Concrete, mud and garbage. In the middle of it all, a few children played
with a ball. Klang, klang, klang. The ball left the hand of one of the
children and bunched on a wrecked car. He felt like grabbing the ball and
jump on it until it was broken. Just to end the depressing sight.
I turned it off
finished my six-pack
and reloaded my M16
What happened? Time had passed so quickly. The sun had disappeared
behind the horizon of grey buildings. He moved. The TV presented him yet
to another game show. This time people had to get out of a car that was
dropped into a nine feet deep pool filled with water. No one had made it
so far and the audience screamed happily when a diver picked up the dead
body of a man. No first prize for him this time.
"A good boy". Yeah, a real good boy. That was him and his mother had
yet defended him from an angry father who accused him for stealing a bike
and tried to kill his son with it. Yes, he had stolen the ugly bike and
dropped it from a roof onto the stupid kid who owned it. They had to take
the kid to the hospital, but what did he care? Give me proof, his mother
screamed and the man turned around and walked away. Time flies. His
mother was gone. Where? He did not know - it was a long time ago.
Maybe she was in the closet.
Listen listen listen my friend. It's me again! Remember?
Yes - he sure remembered. How could he ever forget that voice that spoke
to him. It's time to clean, it said. Clean up whatever is dirty. There's
a lot of things that's soiled nowadays, you know!
Yet another drowned fool was picked up from the car in the pool. "Ah,
anotherrr fails! Ah-ah-yeah what have we here? Oh, yeah - it's
enterrrtainment!". Right! It was entertainment!
Life, was boring. Death, was entertainment. Life was a show. A dare
devil show for those who could stand it. It could be acceptable, really
nice, and comfortable. But it was too late. Too late to change anything.
Everything was dirty, ugly and destroyed.
No religion, "god" or "devil" could help now. The world was falling
apart - imploding itself. Soon, no one would remember it as it was when it
was clean.
yes
this is my life, this is my gun
this is for killing, this is for fun
Later that evening he stepped into the crowded supermarket. His
machine gun screamed about death and the bullets riddled with pleasure.
Kill kill kill. Listen to what I have to say. Six, seven, eight, nine,
ten, eleven...
Then he sat on a chair in a cold room. Electrodes were strapped to his
feet. A iron helmet would soon be placed on his shaved head. A police man
bent down and faced him. His breath filled the air and he heard him
whisper a question to him between his white lips.
"Why?"
"Why not?"
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