Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-123

### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # #### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## # ## #### ## ## #### # # ## ####### #### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## # ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ###### ####### ####### [The Open Road Towards The Future] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "THE OPEN ROAD TOWARDS THE FUTURE" by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu "The sunlight on the garden hardens and grows cold, we cannot cage the minute within its nets of gold, when all is told we cannot beg for pardon" (from The Sunlight in the Garden by Louis Macneice) The lights from the apartments in the buildings around me shined like small signs without messages. It was a warm summer night. The cigarette between my fingers made a familiar pleasant smell and I felt that the future was in front of me. Sounds from the city, vehicles and sirens, could be heard in the distance. I saw my own shadow on the ground in front of me. In a moment of weakness, maybe caused by the fear of the future, I decided that this was the last time I would ever smoke again. Yes, absolutely the last cigarette. I dropped it to the ground and crushed it with my shoe. A moment later, that van drove past me. I would have quickly forgotten all about it, if not someone had stuck out a twelve-gauge through the side window and fired a shot against me. My body was thrown to the pavement. I was hit. I saw the blood pour out of me. A red puddle began to get bigger and bigger around me. I do not want to die, I thought. The open road lies ahead of me. I cannot leave it now. I am only twenty years old. I felt no pain - only a strange feeling of emptiness. The hard ground fought against me as I crawled towards the entrance to the building where I lived. Music from MTV raged in a window at the second floor. By some reason, I knew that it would be no idea to scream for help. They would not hear me. The door was locked. Of course. I fumbled for my keys. Deep down in my pocket, below the packet of cigarettes, I found them and managed to open the door. Inside, I collapsed on the floor and passed out. Only for a few seconds, thankfully. I had to crawl up the stairs to get to the closest apartment. From my point of view, on the floor, the door bell seemed to be placed in the ceiling. I could not reach it and there was no idea to stand up. My knuckles were not mine any more. I could not feel them as I banged them against the cold door. - Open the door, I whispered and saw a drop of blood fall from my lips. The familiar voice shouted at me. - Get lost, you fucking drunk! - Help me, I said with a weak voice. He heard me. The door opened, but not in a friendly manner. The hard steel door was thrown into my face. Something exploded inside my nose. Then the door closed. I was alone again. My flat was placed in the end of a long corridor, two storeys up. It took me five minutes, but I made my way to it. I left a long stream of warm red blood after me. Tomorrow, someone would probably get really pissed off. - High West police department, how can we help you? - I... - I cannot hear you. Please, speak louder. - My name is Leonard Reagan. I have been wounded by a gun shot. I need help fast. This... I never had the chance to end my sentence. - Your name is Leonard Reagan. You have been wounded. You need help fast. Is this correct? It was hard to speak. The handset was now covered with blood. - Correct. - Your message will be passed on, as soon as we have any staff available. The electronic telephone service have been at your service. Have... - ...a nice day. The room twisted around me. It was hard to concentrate. Very hard. My fingers fumbled on the phone. - Saint Jonathan's hospital, please hold on! said a female voice in the end of the telephone line. I waited for an eternity on my living room floor. - Yes? - I am dying. I am shot. I live at... - What is your insurance number? Good question. - I have none at this hospital. I have just moved to this city and... - Please give me your address. She sounded eager. Despite the pain that now had begun to grow inside me like a monster from the dark closet, I managed to tell her everything she needed to know. - Thank you. I will mail you the necessary papers you need to get a complete insurance. Have a nice day. - Thanks, I said before she hung up. Where is that youth? Where is that gold? The open road lies ahead of me. I want to live, I want to see the future. I want to make history. Where is that gold? The concrete cannot trap a free soul, like no building can catch a bird. The bird flies above us, watching all our steps. Then it is thrown to the high skies with the help from a strong wind. Try your wings. Fly to the sky and look down on the people below you. Watch them walk the paths of the old generation. But do not fall down. You will be trapped. You are safe as long as you fly high above them. Let your passions rule. Search for the gold. Join the playground. There is no second chance, if you waste it - you will never see it again. Catch the day and live for the sake of living. The free bird does not question anything, it only plays the game. It does not have to find the youth nor the gold. The bird is always free and so are you. But first, you have to make yourself free. Fight your way to that freedom. No obstacle is impossible to conquer. I sucked on life, like if it had been a sweet bar of candy. Now I only taste the bitterness. Stay away from the bitterness. Where is that gold? Search, but no not fall down from the sky. I called my mother but only an answering machine was at home. - Bye mom, I said. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// The happy science believes that they got all the answers. Poor bastards! Call THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu +46-18-252339. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ The new young rich. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #123 Underground eXperts United 1993 uXu #123 Call DEMON ROACH UNDERGROUND -> +1-806-794-4362 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

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