Underground eXperts United File 598

eZine lover (@eZine)

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Underground eXperts United

 · 26 Apr 2019

  

 
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         [  Glasgow City 2001  ]                     [  By Various  ] 

 
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GLASGOW CITY 2001 

realization/concept: Freon, The GNN, ChameleonMessiah 

        Well, 13.99 on beer and here we are...the Stella Artios generation. 
It's not even getting dark yet and I'm feeling vaguely drunk...need a few 
more cans then I'll be there - yeah, forget it, forget it all, forget her - 
just keep on consuming and all will be well.  Fuck it. 

 
  I'm knocking at my own door 
        Clever! 
  I'm knocking at my own door 
        Easy! (no effort) 
  I could be standing here for ever and ever 
  and all people passing by 
  believe I'm looking for someone 

 
medium tray nearly full... 
two people trying to act as a dictionary when one of them is not even 
able to spell. 
without the darkness falling the room is lit by a keep left bollard. 
gun handle sitting by side... 
        Parents. 
        You know, the ones that you have to lie to so they know exactly 
what you've been doing.  The ones you can just be with and shut up and not 
say anything...they know what you're thinking but it's OK because they love 
you and maybe they love everything...like it doesn't matter because you 
know they'll always be there. 
        Shit, why do I bother?  I try really hard to write something worth 
reading but the harder I try the more it sounds like all the shit I've read. 
rm -rf / ... you know, sometimes it's tempting. 
        Matters not.  That is, it doesn't matter.  Things keep working the 
way things keep working.  There's nothing to hope for because there's 
nothing to fear.  Anyway...I'll just pass the laptop on like it's a joint. 
We all got to get our fix. 

 
next stop: me 
        can't! 
        allvarligt... det gar inte just nu 
        kanske senare 

 
bloody parents... 
calling at inconvient times. 
anywho... 
life being the misdemeaner that it is in if thats even a word. 
kurt sitting completely sober in his little box that he came in motionless 
in his little white jumper with a vacant stare on his face - 
cheers 
prost 
skal 
drink alcohol 
 - not supprising really if you consider the fact that he is in fact an 
inanimate fluffy thing that only ever gettts stoned from passive smoking 
after about a year of being in a smoke filled room... 
        Well, me again. 
        BARE JUNIOR. 
        Fuck the CAPS LOCK key, I tell ya.  Anyway.  Here it is - a 
Pentium three no less, sitting upon the lap of someone with so little to 
say. 
        Ach, who cares. 
        I live in a word; maybe someday I'll move into a paragraph, but 
right now a word will do.  It's a blessing I guess; maybe my guitar gave 
me this word to live in while I'm waiting for my giraffe... 
        Things are getting stranger the longer I write.  Maybe it's time 
to pass the laptop on...maybe it's time to get a life; you know, a real 
life I mean, like the kind of life that the others live, the kind of life 
out there.  Shit, what does it matter anyway?  I think I'll climb a yew tree 
back where the children play (apologies to Cat Stevens) and pass the 
laptop on to the GNN... 

 
(svenska tecken finns inte pa den har datorn) 
Fan. Kan inte. Men kanner inget krav. 
Borde egentligen. Allt som inte 
kan borde egentligen inte goras som det 
vanligtvis ska men a ena sidan vem ar den som skulle 
kunna forsoka 
som inte vantade sig nagot annat? 

 
extinction. 
the discontinuation of a light. 
only to be reincarnated as cuteness by multi-billion dollar multi-national 
corporations. 
winegum - aladar. 
dead but brought back to life... 
unlike this. 

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