From owner-fuck@attrition.org Mon Sep 13 21:49:15 1999 Received: from forced.attrition.org (attrition.org [198.77.217.13]) by locust.etext.org (8.9.3/8.9.3) with ESMTP id VAA06611 for ; Mon, 13 Sep 1999 21:49:14 -0400 (EDT) Received: (from majordomo@localhost) by forced.attrition.org (8.9.3/0.0.1.beta.nospam) id SAA29479 for fuck-list; Mon, 13 Sep 1999 18:37:44 -0600 Received: from localhost (jericho@localhost) by forced.attrition.org (8.9.3/0.0.1.beta.nospam) with SMTP id SAA29476 for ; Mon, 13 Sep 1999 18:37:40 -0600 Date: Mon, 13 Sep 1999 18:37:40 -0600 (MDT) From: cult hero To: FUCK Distro List Subject: [FUCK] #577 - Dear Mom and Dad Message-ID: X-NoSpam: You do not have consent to spam me. X-Attrition: Attrition is only good when forced. http://www.attrition.org X-Copyright: This e-mail copyright 1999 by jericho@attrition.org where applicable X-Encryption: rot26 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-fuck@attrition.org Precedence: bulk Reply-To: cult hero x-unsubscribe: echo "unsubscribe fuck" | mail majordomo@attrition.org x-fuck-list: x-loop, procmail, etc Status: OR =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Dear Mom and Dad ---------------- Hello, Daddy. What's the knife for? You should know, you've been twisting it in my heart for almost 23 years now. What am I going to do with it? Why, twist it in your heart. Oh look, you're bleeding now. This one is for abandoning me when I was 5. Don't fucking cry, you piece of fucking shit. You just have a little knife wound in your chest. I have my whole fucking life destroyed. This one is for hitting my Mommy. I inherited your violent tendencies, you know. That's why I know you're such a piece of shit. I have the same urge that you do but I've never given in. I'm not a fucking pussy like you are. I don't have to make up for my emotional weaknesses by beating on those with physical weakness. Look, you're bleeding even more now. Soon your heart will be as empty as mine. I could walk away right now and you'd bleed to death, but that's not good enough. Just like I was never good enough. Nothing I ever did was right, you could always find something wrong. The few occasions that I managed to be perfect, you simply ignored me. Seeing me rise above your patheticness hurt, didn't it? I hope this knife hurts just as bad as it did everytime you spit on my accomplishments. How does it feel to be the one getting stabbed in the heart for a change? I learned this from you, you know. You taught me to always control everthing. You're the reason I always have to be in charge, regardless of the costs. This one is for the time you kicked me out of your house because my severe depression inconvenienced you. Was it as inconvenient as that gaping wound in your chest? I'm sorry my emotional turmoil is a problem for you. I guess if I was a real man, I'd be able to keep my emotions hidden. Of course, I've never had a real man to look up to, so I guess that'll never be a trait I pick up. Oh look, you're dead now. Too bad it's too late for it to really do much good. Oh well, maybe it'll save my baby sister some pain. She's already started down the same path as I have. Hopefully I can save her from that. Now excuse me while I piss on your corpse. What's that Mommy? Why am I holding a bloody knife? Oh, that's just Daddy's blood. You know how you're always bitching at me about paying you back what you believe I owe you? Well, I'm about to give you back everything you ever gave me. What? You want to talk about this? That's funny, you never wanted to talk to me about anything when I was younger. You never wanted to talk when it was *my* life on the line. That's probably why I can't fucking talk to people now. The words are there but I can't figure out how to make them come out. You bitch at me for spending so much time on the computer but you're the one that fucking drove me there. Why do you think I spend so much time there? I don't have anyone to talk to here. I suppose it was a fair trade, though. You never told us a damn thing about your life and you never bothered to ask about ours. I'll be graduating from college this year. Are you proud of me again? Too bad you won't live to see it. Remember when I dropped out of college the first time? You bitched at me for making you look bad in front of your friends. Fuck you. Oops.. Did I cut you? Not long ago, I wanted to cut myself. You would have gotten too much satisfaction out of that, though. This is much more productive. Want to complain about how I'm killing you? Nothing else was ever right, I'm sure you can find something about your own murder to complain about. Did I just slit your throat? Guess now you'll never have to worry about talking to me again. I hope you're proud of yourself. Isn't that what you always said to me? Well, I hope you're proud of yourself. By trying to force me to be all the things you wanted to be before you fucked up your own life, you managed to fuck me up even more than yourself. I don't know if I'll ever have the time to pinpoint all the ways you've screwed me up. Sure, it's up to me to make sure I don't repeat your fucking mistakes, but there are so many I don't know if I can ever find them all. Sometimes I think it's not even worth the trouble. But you and Daddy both taught me to never let anyone else be right. So I'll be damned if I let you win. Was that your dying breath? First positive thing I've heard come out of your mouth in years. I'm sure somewhere you're bitching about that as well. -InVerse Dedicated to my parents whom almost make me wish I believed in God simply so I could see them in hell. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = Questions, Comments, Bitches, Ideas, Rants, Death Threats, Submissions = = Mail: jericho@dimensional.com (Mail is welcomed) = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = To receive new issues through mail, mail majordomo@attrition.org with = = "subscribe fuck". 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