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uXu Issue #110
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[The Civilized Primitive Prowler] [ By The GNN ]
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THE CIVILIZED PRIMITIVE PROWLER
by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
"Everything goes!"
(P.K Feyerabend)
Carefully, he tried to sneak past the door. But he failed as usual. As
if the boss had waited for him, the door opened violently.
- You are late! the boss shouted at him.
- Sorry, he said and walked on.
- Next time, you will be even MORE sorry!
When he had entered his office and convinced himself that the boss was
far away, he took a deep breath of relief.
did you say something? He asked softly.
yeah, i said that you were fucking late!
oh really, and if I enjoy being late then? what are YOU
going to do about it? fire me? fuck me?
the boss did not say anything. He just stared. stared,
like a pig in the mud. stare stare stare. that was his
real job. to scream and then just STARE.
you know that I hate you, don't you? He said with a calm
voice.
now He was in a rage. but on the outside, He was soft.
the boss reacted. the boss raised his fist. get out! now!
the boss' face was red and hot. any second, steam would
probably make it's way out of his clean white shirt.
out? He said. listen to facts!
He bent down, placed his briefcase on the floor and
opened it. instead of a pile of papers, there was a kitchen
knife there. He reached for it and got to his feet again.
the boss just stared. stare stare stare. He held the knife
in front of the eyes of his boss. the boss opened his mouth
as if He was going to say something. the boss never got
the chance. with a fast move, He let the knife open up the
throat of his boss. the mouth was still open when blood
gushed all over the white shirt. with a smile He watched his
boss trying to stop the flood with his hands. the boss
choked. the boss STARED at him. stare! stare! quickly,
He pushed the boss back into the office. then He closed
the door and left.
He left the sidewalk and stepped to the cross-road. A car honked
aggressively at him. He pretended that he did not hear it and quickly made
his way to the other side.
He stopped. the car honked again. the anger exploded in
his head and sent shock-waves to his entire body. I have
got the right to walk here and no car can stop me. the car
honked again. He turned to it and stared at the driver. it
was a woman. secure in her car. no one can touch her.
secure.
fuck you, He screamed and pointed at her. people around
him stopped and watched. fuck you, He screamed again.
she began to look scared. she did not know what to do.
he took a step against the car, the castle of iron and
steel.
her fear turned into irritation. she lifted her
arm, hesitated for a second, but slammed the steering-wheel
again. the sound of the car honking for the third time had
a message.
He jumped onto the hood. the car rocked from his weight.
she looked confused. the gun was suddenly there, in his
hand. the next second, a shot was heard. the windscreen
shattered. another shot was heard.
Almost all of the ten toilets were busy. Just one were free. But just
as he were going to touch the handle and open the door, someone roughly
made his way past him and sneaked inside.
Shit, he thought. Why do I always have to wait?
the door opened and the tall man tried to enter the toilet
before He did.
no way! I was here first! He placed his leg in the way and
the man tripped. a messy sound was heard when the man
crushed his skull against the cold concrete floor.
you have been punished, He thought. but not enough!
He felt good when He pissed on the dead body.
It was in the middle of the night when the phone rang. The sound shook
his head and dragged him right of dream land. It did not feel good to
leave the warm bed just to answer the phone.
- Yeah?
- Sorry, I called the wrong number.
- Ok.
He hung up and crawled back to bed. It took ten seconds, and then the
phone rang again.
- Yeah?
- You again? I am really sorry, I must have been given the wrong number.
- Ok.
He hung up. The phone did not ring any more that night. But he could not
sleep.
He hung up. then He rushed down the stairs and out on the
streets. He searched every house in the entire country
before He found the bastard. He was sitting by the phone
and called up sleeping people just to say that He got the
wrong number. the bastard looked quite scared when he
dashed into his room.
now I got you, you fucking shithead! He screamed.
the bastard was fat and ugly. the bastard tried to defend
himself with the handset but with no results. He kicked it
away and the entire phone fell to the floor and exploded in
a cloud of smoke. the bastard was unarmed.
I am so lonely, the bastard said. I have to call people
to hear a voice. understand me.
get a life, He said.
He gave the bastard a hard punch over the chin. the
bastard was knocked unconscious. He dragged the fat body to
the bed that was placed in a corner of the small room and
tied the bastard to it.
then He went back out on the streets again. when he
returned, the bastard had woken up. He held the big
phone-booth that He had stolen over his head and screamed
wrong number!
wrong number!
then He threw the phone-booth against the bastard. the
bastard yelled in panic. the phone-booth landed on top of
the bastard and crushed every bone in the body. blood
dripped from the bed and down on the floor.
He left the room, satisfied.
In the corner of his eye, he noticed how his little bother quickly moved
the queen over the chess board.
Oh dear, he thought. My brother - nine years old - plays chess and
cheats. Why cannot kids of today learn what honesty means?
He planned to tell his brother a few chosen words about how much he
dislike people who cheats.
But he did not. There was probably no idea anyway.
what the fuck did you do? He asked and pushed the
chess table away. it crashed down on the floor.
I asked you a question, you asshole! he screamed, this
time very loud.
his brother looked shocked.
suddenly, He decided to wipe out the face of his little
brother forever. with a hard stroke, a iron stick smashed
the head of his brother to nothing. the brain of smeared
itself all over the wall paper.
He threw the iron stick out of a window, then He turned to
the brain on the wall paper and said
you cannot use that one to cheat any more!
From: The Gnn
To: L. Oser
Subject: typing txt
TG>> I would like a few comments about my latest files.
LO> Well, I must say that they were... rather average. I felt that
LO> they had no real SUBSTANCE, if you get my point of view. Sometimes, I
LO> feel that you only write for the "sake of writing". Try to include
LO> more "facts" in them, like I do.
LO> Talking about files, I have a LOT OF IDEAS right now! I will try to
LO> get some free time (from all my girls!) and write them down, so stay
LO> tuned!
I see. Thanks for your critic.
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
I shit on your crappy files, and I know that you hate me
as much as I hate you and your pseudo-intellectual bullshit!
I want to kill you and erase your account from this planet!
die slow and in pain.
you believe that you are something in this world, but you
are nothing - only a big mouth that produces selfish
statements that results in anger anger anger around you.
some day we will meet - you and me alone.
until then...
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