Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-096

### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ## ## ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ####### ####### [ The Family Man ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "THE FAMILY MAN" by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu I saw my neighbors on the television today screaming about a sniper in our block So he stared into the wall and thought about nothing. His cold eyes seemed to examine the concrete as if it contained something interesting. In his head, chaos ruled supreme. His mind was filled with thoughts he never had believed he could make up. It surprised him. Maybe he was a genius after all. Dare dare dare devil what is inside your head? Listen to what I have to say, or after all do not let me interfere your private life. A voice spoke to him. Comfortable. It was not necessary to face anyone. He just had to listen. So he listened carefully. The house he lived in had lost its brown color to a grey one. No one lived there by free will, "but in these days you have to take what you get". What you get. That was not very true, since no one ever had given anything to him. But in THESE DAYS what could you expect? A scream from the apartment above woke him up for a moment. He watched the clock on the wall. It did not work. Of course. The time had been fourteen minutes to twelve the last two years. Time. The end of time. When he discovered that he could not stop the endless wheel of time, it was too late. Everything was gone - his work, friends and his mind. He would not miss it. He moved his position so he could stare out the window instead. Concrete, mud and garbage. In the middle of it all, a few children played with a ball. Klang, klang, klang. The ball left the hand of one of the children and bunched on a wrecked car. He felt like grabbing the ball and jump on it until it was broken. Just to end the depressing sight. I turned it off finished my six-pack and reloaded my M16 What happened? Time had passed so quickly. The sun had disappeared behind the horizon of grey buildings. He moved. The TV presented him yet to another game show. This time people had to get out of a car that was dropped into a nine feet deep pool filled with water. No one had made it so far and the audience screamed happily when a diver picked up the dead body of a man. No first prize for him this time. "A good boy". Yeah, a real good boy. That was him and his mother had yet defended him from an angry father who accused him for stealing a bike and tried to kill his son with it. Yes, he had stolen the ugly bike and dropped it from a roof onto the stupid kid who owned it. They had to take the kid to the hospital, but what did he care? Give me proof, his mother screamed and the man turned around and walked away. Time flies. His mother was gone. Where? He did not know - it was a long time ago. Maybe she was in the closet. Listen listen listen my friend. It's me again! Remember? Yes - he sure remembered. How could he ever forget that voice that spoke to him. It's time to clean, it said. Clean up whatever is dirty. There's a lot of things that's soiled nowadays, you know! Yet another drowned fool was picked up from the car in the pool. "Ah, anotherrr fails! Ah-ah-yeah what have we here? Oh, yeah - it's enterrrtainment!". Right! It was entertainment! Life, was boring. Death, was entertainment. Life was a show. A dare devil show for those who could stand it. It could be acceptable, really nice, and comfortable. But it was too late. Too late to change anything. Everything was dirty, ugly and destroyed. No religion, "god" or "devil" could help now. The world was falling apart - imploding itself. Soon, no one would remember it as it was when it was clean. yes this is my life, this is my gun this is for killing, this is for fun Later that evening he stepped into the crowded supermarket. His machine gun screamed about death and the bullets riddled with pleasure. Kill kill kill. Listen to what I have to say. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven... Then he sat on a chair in a cold room. Electrodes were strapped to his feet. A iron helmet would soon be placed on his shaved head. A police man bent down and faced him. His breath filled the air and he heard him whisper a question to him between his white lips. "Why?" "Why not?" ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Call THE STASH - Home of Underground eXperts United. Check the INDEX file for a complete list of our boards and sites. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Money is everything. Hate thy neighbor. Get into greed.

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