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UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU[__ __]UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU | | | | | | " You might wonder, what is schizophrenia? Craig says this, "When someone asks me to explain schizophrenia, I tell them I have a way of making them understand it. I tell them 'You know how sometimes you are in our dreams yourself, and some of them feel like nightmares?' Most people can relate to this. Then, I tell them 'It was like walking through a dream but everything around me was real.' At tmes today's world seems so boring that I wonder if I would like to step back into the schizphrenic dream, but then I remember all the scary and horrifying experiences" - Craig Geiser (Living with Schizophrenia) Where the black flowers blossom: you can find Cauldhame (BLueVillain) on efnet at the official bs channel at #BlueSkin or at #ezines , #angstmonster where there is o' plenty love ! Blue Skin comes out once or twice every 1 - 3 months on no particular date. [] [] [] Table of Contents [] [] [] ==================================== Part 1 : Blue Skin Intro. a. Intro b. What is BS?! I. The Story of David ===================================== Part 2 : Articles Galore I. Looking Back II. The cocksucking old man III. oregano in action IV. Outer Space Stylist ===================================== [] [] [] Intro [] [] [] a. Damnit! : "Freak Street is a bizarre and intense zine that unfortunately only saw four issues. Over these four issues, the tale unfolds of a boy who was born different. The writing defies standard punctuation and sentence structure, creating a unique blend of prose and poetry. With every second line left blank, the reader is given time to let each line resonate. Freak Street is exciting both in form and content, and it is more than worth reading. [BMC]" http://www.textscene.com/archive/FreakStreet/ I thought I was doing something original. I thought that the story of David would be something that would go on in time forever. I thought it would be special!! FUCK! I just feel so.. so cheated and unoriginal. It seems that some1 has managed to create something so much more original than I could ever build.. I feel so violated.. Well go read FreakStreet.. but every time you come across that empty space between each of the lines I want you to choke just a little bit. This doesnt mean you should quit reading / sending to Blue Skin altogether. b. This story (Blue Skin) is not chronologicaly correct because it was impossible to write a tale with consecutive events under the given circumstance of the plot. It's also not written from any point of view of any character. Instead its tangle of chapters that in the end may or may not connect to David. The whole ezine is exceptionally deep just most people cannot comprehend how deep it is and they end up thinking it is stupid. Really though.. It kicks ass. ############################################################################## I. BLUE SKIN : David Winter by BlueVillain [Volume 2] [] [] [] Chapter 5 [] [] [] Running so fast your lungs fill up with gasoline and you taste; you swallow your own blood. I'm dedicated to pushing on. You are at the finish line, your face red eyes all burning and blurry from sweat. I bent over and spit on the grass. I thought I was spitting out blood but I guess not. The saliva sat on a green blade glistening in the sun. It formed a large air bubble. I could almost see the reflection of the sun in it. The sun resembled a pupil in the eye that was the bubble of the spit. The bubble looked up at me. It mocked & humiliated me. "Screw You! what have you done thats so great?!" said I and quickly walked out from the grass field onto the run track and made my way to the gate. Sprinting 2 miles wasn't easy for most people but it was easy for me. I ran two miles in a good eleven minutes. I was one of the fastest guys on the team. Well today I wasn't. I was running and everything disappeared. I was running through a field of violet light that shone blue on my skin. The light light was accompanied by a high pitched sound. Louder and Louder until there was perfect silence and I was sorrounded by black. It was like I at the buttom of a deep pool with my eyes closed. I opened my eyes. I was still running on the track. It was no longer red but now orange. Everything seemed to different. I stopped and looked around. White dust floated about where the grass once was. I turned around to look at the school. I found ruins. The sky bright orange with tints of pink. What.. Suddenly a sharp pain in my stomach. I was standing on the red track once more. I saw the opposing teams so many yards ahead. What happened? Story of David Continues BS #3 ================================================================================ A r t i c l e s G a l o r e : [] [] [] I. Looking Back [] [] [] - Citrus Somewhere I heard that as a child it is important to make mistakes. You learn from your experiences and through the proccess come out a new person. It's very important for children to make mistakes so they can learn boundries and proper behavior. Looking back I look at my childhood and my mistakes. As a child I remember I broke my mom's favourite coffee cup in a fit of rage. She quickly punished me so I would forever remember that it was wrong. Well thats when it first began.. Before I had a chance to recover from my tears my mother saw how upset she made me and quickly comforted with hugs, kisses, and a piece of chocolate. All the mistakes that I ever made in which my parents were involved usually took on that scenario. I would commit the act of something wrong, be punished, and quickly comforted. I was praised for suffering after I was punished. Looking back once more I see how my natural learning proccess of making mistakes and recovering was tainted. Now that I am an adult I cannot love. I try so hard but love brings me pain. Ever since I was a child Love and pain have always been so closely associated that the process of giving and receiving love has become painful for me. I remember a girl I knew. She said that her worst fear was failing. She was so afraid of trying so hard and not succeeding. Well that will never be a fear for me, because success hurts not so much less than failure. *sob* [] [] [] I. the cocksucking old man [] [] [] -Sukdays Louie put on his hat and picked up his cane. He walked across the street. He narrowly avoided being hit by a car. He avoided it on purpose to preserve his mortality. Louis walked through the park. He stepped on the grass, he crushed the blades of grass unmercifully. Like Ghengis Khan, he pillaged and raped the grass. He walked aimlessly for some time. With no aim in mind. He just walked across the grassy field, there were a few trees. He finally came to a little brook. He watched the water flowing. The summer sun beating down on his bald, middle aged head, he crouched down, his middled age sinews cracking under his weight. He collapsed. He was passed out for a few hours. When he woke up it was twilight time in the sky. Louis slowly opened his eyes, blinked wearily a few times. He was alone, he could see the ominous blades of grass. He could see a panorama of the small brook, and trees. It was twilight. Things looked weird. Scary. Dubious. The colors of things were somewhere inbetween day and night. Blueish red. Shadowy red. A wave of nausea rolled over Louis. He made a sour expression and twisted stiffly to his knees. He vomited into the weird water. He watched his pea soup lunch drift away from him. Disoriented, he rose to his feet and staggering back home. sukdays: i fucked up some grammatical things probably m shro 0m h 3d: its ok sukdays: Hunched over and stiff, the middle aged man stumbled through the park. The sky was strange, the pink, purple, clouds watched Loius nervously walking away from the clearing of trees and the brook. Louis was getting quite nervous. The grass was watching him. The trees seemed to have their own red unblinking eyes fixed upon him. The grass which he trodded over was ominously reaching for him, like so many skinny bugs. Louis started to sweat. He passed out again, and was devoured by god. The end [] [] [] I. Oregano in Action: [] [] [] 14[21:17] <0oregano2k> here goes 14[21:17] <0oregano2k> my brother has a friend 14[21:17] <0oregano2k> whose father owns a farm near Richmond 14[21:17] <0oregano2k> and my brother visited there 3 years ago 14[21:17] <0oregano2k> and keep in mind my brother loves astronomy 14[21:17] <0oregano2k> and he said he has never seen as many stars 14[21:18] <0oregano2k> and those three nights in Richmond 14[21:18] <0oregano2k> the end 14[21:18] <0oregano2k> naturally when i visit I want to see all the stars 14[21:18] <0Estell> out in the cut you can see so many stars... 14[21:18] <0Estell> but not in the city unfortunately 14[21:19] <0oregano2k> oh 14[21:19] <0oregano2k> well, maybe driving from the airport 14[21:19] <0oregano2k> I can see the stars 14[21:21] <0Big_Jaz-O> im drunk 14[21:21] <0Big_Jaz-O> yay 14[21:21] <0oregano2k> yay 14[21:21] <0Big_Jaz-O> oregano 14[21:22] <0Big_Jaz-O> you think i shouldnt be on the internet? 14[21:22] <0oregano2k> no, you should be 14[21:22] <0Big_Jaz-O> my cous wouldnt drink what i was drinking 14[21:22] <0oregano2k> but 14[21:22] <0oregano2k> you should try to not peeve me off when you aare here 14[21:22] <0Big_Jaz-O> it tasted like shit foreal 14[21:22] <0Big_Jaz-O> it was that coffee liqueur shit 14[21:22] <0Big_Jaz-O> whats peeve? 14[21:23] <0oregano2k> p--- 14[21:23] <0oregano2k> but politely said 14[21:23] <0Big_Jaz-O> piss? 14[21:23] <0Big_Jaz-O> why dont you cuss? 14[21:23] <0oregano2k> yikes, dirty 14[21:23] <0oregano2k> why should I sully my language? 14[21:24] <0oregano2k> it is all in the oregano FAQ 14[21:24] <0oregano2k> which I am in the process of reweriting 14[21:24] <0Big_Jaz-O> which you should DCC me right now 14[21:24] <0oregano2k> look for it in early September 14[21:24] <0Big_Jaz-O> dude DCC me it now 14[21:24] <0Big_Jaz-O> please 14[21:24] <0Big_Jaz-O> please 14[21:24] <0Big_Jaz-O> please 14[21:24] <0Big_Jaz-O> please 14[21:24] <0oregano2k> it is not rewritten yet 14[21:24] <0Big_Jaz-O> please do it for me bro 14[21:24] <0oregano2k> look for it in September 14[21:24] <0Big_Jaz-O> dude send me the old one 14[21:24] <0oregano2k> no, the old one is all out of date 14[21:24] <0oregano2k> and retired 14[21:24] <0Big_Jaz-O> so 14[21:24] <0Big_Jaz-O> send it to me please 14[21:25] <0Big_Jaz-O> please 14[21:25] <0Big_Jaz-O> please 14[21:25] <0Big_Jaz-O> please 14[21:25] <0Big_Jaz-O> please 14[21:25] <0Big_Jaz-O> send it to me please 14[21:25] <0oregano2k> this is what I mean about "don't anger oregano" 14[21:26] <0oregano2k> bedtime 14[21:26] <0Big_Jaz-O> ok 14[21:26] <0oregano2k> later, all 14[21:26] <0oregano2k> bye 14[21:26] <0Big_Jaz-O> bitch 14[21:26] <0Big_Jaz-O> fuck you 14[21:26] <0Big_Jaz-O> for leaving 14[21:26] <0Big_Jaz-O> without DCC'ing me that shit 14[21:26] 15* oregano2k has quit IRC 14[20:11] <0oregano2k> hi, all. 14[20:11] <0cauldhame> hi 14[20:11] <0oregano2k> hi, claude 14[20:11] 15* cauldhame is playing with cat 14[20:14] <0cauldhame> so orgi hows the anarchy 14[20:16] <0oregano2k> which anarchy? 14[20:16] <0oregano2k> you wanted a sci-fi file 14[20:17] <0cauldhame> WHAT?! 14[20:17] <0cauldhame> I specifically asked for an anarchy file! 14[20:17] <0cauldhame> you SHIT! 14[20:17] <0oregano2k> no, no 14[20:17] <0cauldhame> hehe I just jk I was just asking anarchy in general 14[20:17] <0oregano2k> you specifically asked for a si-fi file 14[20:17] <0oregano2k> fine, I can save this for angtmonster 14[20:17] <0oregano2k> I am tired of writing for everyone 14[20:17] <0cauldhame> no 14[20:18] <0cauldhame> no orgi 14[20:18] <0cauldhame> hehe I just jk I was just asking anarchy in general 14[20:18] <0cauldhame> !!! 14[20:18] <0oregano2k> I gave KoB an anarchy file 14[20:18] <0oregano2k> sheesh 14[20:18] <0cauldhame> no I was just kididng 14[20:18] <0cauldhame> no 14[20:18] <0cauldhame> Id like to have your sci-fi file 14[20:18] <0cauldhame> no I love it [] [] [] Outer Space Stylist [] [] [] Sunday July 6th, 2003 "Outer Space Stylist" byt oregano I am a haircutter in zero Gs. Not the best job in the world. Ha, look at me with my archaeic terms. What world? Which world? Not the best job in the pan-planetic space contingant. I mean. I cut hair for humans. *ziiiip* goes my laser cutter, and off comes some hair, and with the other hand I am quick with the suction tube. Older zer0-G barbers are not so good, you float into their shops and you breathe in hair. Not in my shop, I keep her ship shape and catch all the cut hair in the suction tube. But I am here to tell a story about one pesky client. "I wish my hair to look like Filagree Peanut." Filagree Peanut was a popular rock star back then and really changed the way people looked at hair. There are some cuts that cannot be done on Earth, or even the low gravity of Mars. You need zero-Gs to get the angles right and the laser straight. Filagree Peanut was the first major rock star to get her hair cut in space and it made my services more popular. So I said to the client, "Come here to the chair and I'll strap you in." And I did but just then the cat got free and the cat got all jumbled in the laser supports. And things got turned on when they should have been turned off. And then other lasers got turned on and it was a riot of light. But finally the cat got free and the shop settled and only then did I look at the customer, her hair, you know. And she said, "My hair...." and I waited for the scream or the curses or the threat to sue, "...its perfect." Support : Open up your winamp and tune to Digital Evolution Radio: http://www.digitaleradio.com/listen.pls read Kids on Bridges ; Angmonster ; Textscene..