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CLiT #18: That's the Way (Uh-huh Uh-huh)
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"EDITORIAL" - by AlterEcho
Have you noticed that even when things go right, they go wrong? I bet you
haven't, either. That's probably because you're walking around with your eyes
closed. I'd like to advise you that if you do have your eyes closed, now is a
GREAT time to open them, so you can read the latest CLiT, but I guess that's
kinda useless.
So, in that case, all I got for ya is one big, fat, oily MERRY CHRISTMAS from
the entire CLiT Cr00. And believe me, this issue is some wicked present!
Now that we have eighteen issues under our collective belt, egos are starting
to balloon, and we, the CLiT Cr00, are no longer on speaking terms. In fact,
from what I hear, Abyss has moved to Hollywood and is trying to land a part
in the next LOTR movie, and Conjugate Acid recently purchased a small Greek
island. So I guess that I would like to take this opportunity to give my best
wishes to all my little writer-type objects, and if you don't start churning
out the text, you're all fired.
Merry Christmas.
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"TABLE OF CONTENTS"
{x} -=- "EDITORIAL" ............................................... AlterEcho
{x} -=- "ARIANRHOD & ACE" ................................... Arianrhod / Ace
{x} -=- "TABLE OF CONTENTS" .................................................
{x} -=- "NICE DREAM" .............................................. AlterEcho
{x} -=- "A TALE OF TWO N00BS" ................................ Aerialisticish
{x} -=- "SHOES, DID YOU SAY?" ..................................... Arianrhod
{x} -=- "RETROSPECT" .......................................... AlkalineAngel
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"ARIANRHOD & ACE" - by, uh, Arianrhod and Ace
Hello Fellow Junky,
Can we please do the tootie frootie?
Thanks,
Ace
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Dear Ace,
People often ask me, "Arianrhod, why does everyone love you so much?"
And I say to them, "It's because I am such a loveable person."
So, Ace, if you want to do the tooty frooty, you better take a number and
stand in line, because I am in high demand, baby.
Arianrhod.
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"NICE DREAM" - by AlterEcho
I sat behind you today.
It was kinda like high school all over again, really. I mean, obviously, you
weren't at my high school, but I felt that same wave of despair again that I
thought I'd finally defeated. Different cast, same pain.
I remember.
I remember how she came through the door, and settled into place, without
even raising those beautiful eyes to my eager glance. I watched as she
crossed her legs and placed her hands in her jacket pockets, a distinctive
pose which still haunts me. But mostly I remember watching as she undid her
pony-tail and shook her hair free. I smiled my grim little smile and tried to
concentrate, but it was futile, like trying to cup a handful of water and
watching it all dribble through your useless fingers.
That's how it was again today.
It wasn't supposed to be like that; oh no. I had it all planned out, all the
cute little phrases to throw your way, the long conversations, winning your
smile, riding off into the sunset - everything. Nothing but the idle
fantasies of a compulsive dreamer.
I saw you even before I entered the room, and my heart skipped a beat. I
heard you say my name - how romantic! I smiled but I could not meet your
eyes, lest they said so much more than I was, or am willing to. And so it
continued, ever aware of your presence, but ever-impotent. Just all that
longing, eating me up inside. And as you curled up on the armchair in front
of the TV, I perched on the back of the chair, looking over the top of your
red, red hair, and wondering if you even remembered I was there.
The curve of your neck, your tousled hair, your pale freckled skin; I can no
longer remember which is worse - to secretly worship from a distance or to
face the prospect of an uncomfortable rejection. And I see the way he looks
at you - how could I not? - and sometimes the way you look at him, and I
wonder if I can compete. Because what do I have? Nothing, save empty words
and fairy-tale dreams. And so the dilemma continues, day after day, week
after week, as the opportunities slip by, each one seeming to be both better
and worse than the last.
I sat behind you today, and all I really want to do is to slide away into a
dreamworld from which I never need awaken, in which cliches are forever, and
I do not sit at a computer agonising over nothingness, and making a fool of
myself.
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"A TALE OF TWO N00BS" - by Aerialisticish
( Names have been changed for my own personal amusement )
"How cool are Fear Factory?" asked Pete, in a rhetorical manner. I nodded in
solemn agreement, expressing my answer of "fuckin' cool" without words... and
for a time, that was it. We aren't groupies or anything though, so when we
became aware of their Melbourne concert much enthusiastic swearing was heard.
But this profane display was easily outdone when we found out it was overage
only, cos there's a bar or three where the gig was on. Inspired by a friend
who used a 'Niddrie Rifle Club' ID to buy smokes ( for those of you who
aren't locals that club just obviously doesn't exist, so obviously that is
funny :) )... anyway, yeah we decided to make some shitty IDs cos
'intelligence' claimed that that's all we'd need. Pete had a scanner. My
sister had a photo-printer. I had My Learners Permit. Pete was gonna get his.
It was all gonna be sweet.
The plan was to print onto transparent paper the details and logos that were
needed to change a Learners Permit ( Proof of age 16+ ) into a Drivers
License ( Proof of age 18+ ) and to then make two of these and hope they
didn't ask for a close look.
A month passes. It is two hours before the concert. Pete still does not have
his Learners Permit and we have done jack-all about these IDs. It got mildly
interesting at this point and that's why im writing this file :)
"OK let's get going with these IDs!" I said, still overly self-confident from
the DnD we had been playing all day. The first step was to scan my Learners
Permit. The scanner refused. Since Pete's computer sucks and his family only
make it moreso, much of our precious time was wasted trying to get that
humming. Turns out it wasn't plugged in to the box and the whoever had said
"Yeah it's fine the light's on - see?" had a slice of dignity removed.
After the license had been scanned and emailed to my box, we set out for my
place with about 45 minutes until Pete's dad was going to pick us up from
there. Pete and his mum don't get on well, so we had to make our own way to
my place. Public transport was going to take a lil longer than walking, and
that's if it was on time, which is a silly assumption to make about that bus.
About 2/3 of the way there the bus flew past us, slighty early. We saluted it
appropriately. Soon after that Pete's dad contacted us and told us he would
pick us up in 20 minutes and we were still 10 minutes away from my place.
That meant we only had 10 minutes to make 2 fake IDs - one from scratch using
my digital camera. I also needed to call my g/f and Pete needed cash. We
split up and i used Pete's moblie to call my g/f while still walking fast -
it took a lot of explaining over the phone.
I got home and immediately got to work on the IDs and Pete arrived soon after
- having run to the bank and back, he was pretty worn out. Pete's dad knew
nothing of our dodgy intentions and we weren't going to tell him so we had to
work fast... until we found out the printer was out of ink and had been for
weeks. My sister had been meaning to tell me. Much cursing under our breath
happened ( Yes we swear a LOT ). Pete's dad arrived and found out that it was
an overage gig, "Maybe you should have made some fake IDs!" We kept our
swearing in our heads that time. So we went to the concert anyway and didn't
get carded. It absolutely rocked. Maybe I'll write a review of it or
something for the next issue, but I thought you'd all enjoy the gripping
drama that preceeded it. HA.
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"SHOES, DID YOU SAY?" - by Arianrhod
"I suppose there is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a
separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an
interpretation, of ones self, the very meaning of one's soul."
Edith Wharton said that.
It is true of how I feel toward Abyss. She's my best friend. She feeds me,
she lets me stay at her house, she goes along with my flights of fancy, and
listens to me rant about the Great Jeff Buckley. And sometimes, she lets me
use her CD burner.
But some other times, she baffles me.
Like today. Phone rings. I answer it.
[Arianrhod] Hello?
[Abyss] IgotShoesForFiveDollars
[Arianrhod] Eh?
[Abyss] IgotShoesForFiveDollars. Gotta go. Bye.
Abyss hangs up phone.
I was tempted to send her a text message demanding to know what she meant,
but I decided not to. If she wants to be cryptic, that's her business. Far be
it from me to try and work her out.
But I do love Jeff Buckley. I also hate it when my pen doesn't work. That
really annoys me. But the one thing that provides me with intense feeling of
love and annoyance on a daily basis seems to be the perplexment Abyss
provides me with.
This will be my next phone call to her:
[Abyss] Hello?
[Arianrhod] Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der autobahn
[Abyss] What?
[Arianrhod] Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der autobahn. Bye
Arianrhod hangs up.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...*klunk*
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retrospect retrospect
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retrospect retrospect - by AlkalineAngel
retrospect retrospect
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retrospectretrospect e t r o s p e c t
i saw the way you looked
when you thought of her
and i saw the way
you'd gaze at me too
brown eyes
full of unspoken promises
(lies?)
and i ignored the fact
she kept calling you
you were meant for me
so it was (meant to be.)
and it was
y o u + m e - h e r = perfectness
the standard equation--so i thought
and don't think i didn't see
(you still look)
but i was blind (sigh)
then the inevitable
and i'm not blind
just starry-eyed (they get in the way sometimes)
it was fine for you
just a new pretty face
(i'm not stupid)
why'd you cry?
you're not an actor
(are you?)
etc. etc. etc.
(excessive drivel)
i cried
i feel too (yes,)
(i do)
and now
it's you and her
and i hate secrets
and i'm not stupid
and i'm good at fixing things
Does that sting?
(starry-eyes)
(no tears)
(brave front)
(?)
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: THOSE WHO STAND UNDER THE CLiT FLAG OF A JOYOUS CHRISTMAS SPRIT (YECH) :-
:
: Aerialisticish :- Smoking Crack for Dummies ;
: AlkalineAngel :- Batteries not included ;
: Arianrhod :- She who laughs last ;
: Ace :- (Desperate) ;
: AlterEcho :- Such a nice boy ;
: et al!
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