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BY ALEK TRAUNIC


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ISSUE 1 
 
  IN THIS WORLD OF SONIC SCREAMS AND POLICAL ASSAULT THE RYTHEM OF LIFE IS BROKEN. THE SOUL OF HUMANITY IS NO LONGER THE MAJOR CONTENDER FOR THE HEAVY WEIGHT TITLE OF REDEMTION. OUR EXTERNALIZATIONS HAVE SURPASSED THE HUMANITY OF THE SITUATION. ALAS A BEAUTIFULL FACE OR A WAY OF STARING AT THE CLOUDS IS LOST IN OUR RUSH FOR SUCCES. DO YOU DREAM? I USED TO BUT I SOLD THEM ALL TO GET AHEAD. AHEAD TO WHAT? I DO NOT KNOW. IT IS A LIVING. A NOT LIVING BECAUSE THE HOT FLOWS OF NICOTINE POISON IS WHAT KEEPS ME TRYING. NO SUICIDE FOR THE ADDICTED. IN DEATH YOU CAN NOT GET YOUR FIX. SOMETHING TO PONDER. IT MAY BE KILLING ME BUT I AM NOT DEAD YET. SO TO HELL WITH YOU. I WIN THIS ROUND BECAUSE I HAVE NO SOUL BIUT I STILL LIVE. I DO NOT GIVE IN. I JUST DO IT. IíLL DO YOU IF YOU ARE NOT FAST ENOUGH TO GET AWAY. I HAVE DONE SO MANY BEFORE. CLIMB OUT OF THE SCUM AND WIPE THE MUD FROM YOUR EYES. THIS IS THE AIRLINE TO THE TOP OF THE LADDER. EXPAND YOUR BRAIN AND GET CONNECTED. LICK THE FLOOR JUST TO SNEAK A PEAK AT THE FEET OF THE GODS. ONE MUST REALIZE THOUGH THAT THOSE ARE ONLY YOUR GODS. IíM RIGHT YOU KNOW, BECAUSE YOU ARE ALWAYS WRONG. THATíS THE WAY OF THE WORLD. MUSIC FILLS THE ROOM. ROCK AND ROLL STARS STREAM VIOLENCE ABOUT THEIR DIGITAL NIGHTMARES. I AM SUPPOSED TO CARE. TO BE AFFECTED WOULD BE THE HOLY GRAIL OF THE RODENTíS CONDITION. MOVEMENT NEITHER FORWARD NOR BACWARD YET MOVEMENT NONE THE LESS. I CAN NOT SCREAM FOR FEAR OF CONCERN. NOT THEIRS, OR MINE. THE INANIMATE MAY TAKE NOTICE. MY WORLD MAY PUNISH ME FOR REFUSING IT THE ABILITY TO EXPRESS ITSELF. WILL THE MACHINES PUNISH US FOR RENDERING THEM SOULESS? I WANT MY CAR TO ONLY BE ABLE TO MOVE FORWARD. IT SHOULD NEVER HAVE TO GO BACK. NEVER TO RETURN TO WHERE IT HAS ALREADY BEEN. THIS IS A JOURNEY THAT I AS THE DRIVER ONLY HINDER. PUSH FORWARD THE METAL. BURN OFF THE BLACK LIQUID HARDENED TO AN ENVIROMENTAL TOXIN. LET THE AIR BE CONSUMED. EXPLAIN TO DA VINCI THAT AIR IS LIKE WATER, IT HAS PRESSURES. LET HIM KNOW THAT HE CAN FLY, HE CAN FLY, YES HE, 1400, CAN WITH ALL CEARTINTY, FLY IN THE SKY AMONGST THE BIRDS. WE WOULD HAVE BEEN SAVED THE DILEMA OF OUR WORLD. ALL THAT HAPPENS TO US NOW WOULD HAVE ALREADY COME. A PLANET WOULD BE DIFFERENT. COLUMBUS MAY HAVE NEVER COME. WHAT A MIRACLE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN. NATIVE WORLD EVOLVES UNDESTROYED BY CLOSE-MINDED FOOLS WHOSE DESCENDANTS WOULD CRY FOR THEIR LOSS ONF NATURE. SO SEPARATE FROM THE BEING WITHIN. WE SEARCH FOR IDENTITY. LOOK OVER OUR SHOULDER IN PARANOIA TO FIND THE MEANING. THE TRUTH IS NOT OUT THERE! IT IS BETWEEN YOUR BREASTS. WE LOOK SO FAR AWAY WHEN THE ANSWER HAS ALWAYS BEEN HERE. ARE YOU SEPERATED? AM I DISJOINTED? ALL OF HUMANITY FRACTURED. MY CLOSED AMERICAN VIEW. MY IGNORENCE IS BLISS. HAPPINESS IS TORTURE BECAUSE WE HAVE LEARNED THAT TO BE HAPPY IS TO NOT KNOW THE TRUTH. THE WAY IS LONELY AND UNFEELING. I DONíT WANT THE WAY AND YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME LOOK FOR IT. ACCEPT THAT I AM LOST, ACCEPT THAT WE ARE LOST. BE COMFORTABLE IN OUR MISGUIDED ACTIONS. ADDICTED TO THE COMFORT OF INPERFECTION; SUICIDE WILL NEVER EMBRACE.