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PSiKOTiK Issue 02 (part 1)
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[---- --- -- - - an introduction : organized chaos
THIS PORTION OF PSIKOTIK IS BEST VIEWED IN RESOLUTION 80x50.
Well, shit. Here, I had this bigass introduction typed out, and my com-
puter froze (AGAIN). *sigh*.. oh, well. Welcome to the second issue of a crazy
little 'zine I like to call PSiKOTiK. Spell it as you will, it's still mine. :)
Heh..
Yes, I know. The first issue was PROGRAMMED. In QuickBasic, but it sort
of counts, right? Teehee. I've decided that, to add a little more flavah to the
mag, I'll try to release under a different format every issue or so. This issue
is a little late, and I haven't gotten ANY contributions (namely because I lack
couriers, and the first issue wasn't spread), so it's gonna be just slightly
smaller than the first one. Just SLIGHTLY smaller, mind you. ;) Ok, I admit it.
It's almost fucking NON-EXISTANT. But, to make up for that, I'm going to rate
asCii art packs. All those mags out there rate anSi. I'm gonna rate asCii.
For starters, I think I'll rate tRANK!aSSKEY and, to keep it clean, add
a little s0ap in there. heh. Welp, that'll be da foist thing I put in here. I
might just KEEP it in here, if da viewaz like it. If not, I may drop it. 't all
dependz. Well, let's kick off the mag with a little poem I wrote, that hasn't
been released yet. PSiKOTiK--You hear it first.
[---- --- -- - - untitled death poem : organized chaos
[untitled death poem] by organized chaos / punc
as the blood pours out the holes
that i have carved in you
you plead for God's mercy
but all i hear is a cry for more
i slash without reason
digging deep inside of you
do i really need a weapon
to slice your inner soul
my vision grows clouded
with the rage of generations passed
the blood, it blocks my sight
and still i lash out
is it really you whom i'm devouring
or is it just a dream
i will know if i awake
at home and in my bed
i have not woken, and that must mean
that you are DEAD.
[---- --- -- - - end of part 1
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