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### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # #### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ## ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ###### ####### ####### [ Exciting Life ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "EXCITING LIFE" by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu This one is for you, J. She thought that the normal life sounded boring. Childhood, education, work and finally death. That could possibly not be everything that life had to offer her. I want to do something extra in my life, she said to the realists. The realists were everywhere. They were teachers, social workers, parents and a dozen more of well-educated experienced people that knew exactly how everything worked. Nothing more, nothing less. My life will be something special. I will sail on the seven seas, I will travel to the end of the universe. I do not want to work on some boring factory for my whole life. I want to enjoy myself. Adventure, action, anything - as long as I stay away from the boredom and the normal life. Her eyes shined with hope. Only seventeen years old, the life had just begun for her. In her mind, something had happened. Suddenly, she was not the pretty young girl who did what her parents told her to do. Now she was on her way to grow up. Fast. Listen to me, she said to the realists. Help me to realize my dreams. Only you can do it. If I try on my own, everything will fail. The only thing I want from you is to encourage me. The realists looked at each other. Their sharp, dark costumes were as strict as their faces. No one smiled. No one said anything. Our lives are short, she continued. Look at you. You have done nothing in your lives, except for following some traditional path that leads to the end. I do not want to do that. I will do anything that takes me off that path. I have still got the opportunity to chose and I will certainly do so. No one can stop me. Look at the blue sky, look at the birds who fly there. They are free. I want to join them. People must remember me as a free bird who experienced the exciting life. No one has ever said that everybody must work, or must do as everybody else. Those who do that have failed. If someone will succeed in living the good life, it will be me. Me! I see visions of the future. I can see myself struggling through the jungle, writing novels, travelling to the bottom of the sea and walking on streets in cities that never sleep. Will you help me? Will you help me with my dreams? Nothing is impossible, everything goes. Someone loudly cleared the throat. The realists opened their mouth and spoke. Their voices were without any signs of feelings. Life is short. Life is work. What you do is what you are. When we were young, we had the same childish attitude to life as you have now. But we grew up and realized that not everything is possible. You live and that is enough. Turn on the television and share other peoples adventures. Feel the excitement that other people experience. But do not imagine that you will succeed with anything special. If you do that, failure will feel even more painful. Live as we tell you to do, and everything will work out just fine. You will die as everybody else. Naturally, not everybody will have the chance to experience the exciting life. Do not make all of us feel bad. Live as we have done - that will be best for all of us. Follow the rules, do not question them. Sooner or later, you will accept them anyway. They expected her face to be sad. But she was in a rage. Get lost, you dusty old piles of crap. You know nothing. You are all far behind me. I will never be like you. The chair fell to the floor as she violently got to her feet and ran to the door. I will never be like you, she said again. I now understand that my only chance is to help myself. You will envy me when you meet me next time. I will search and find the good life. I will do anything, as long as I do not become like you. The door slammed shut. She was gone. The realists shook their heads and continued to work. They saw her again a long time later. Her blonde hair was dirty, her face was old and her smile was gone. Without help, she had tried to find the good life. She was not as everybody else. She was addicted to heroine. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// We believe in the future of the human race. Agony until death do us apart: SEDES DIABOLI +46-586-43766 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Goddamn! Anthony Burgess is dead! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #158 Underground eXperts United 1993 uXu #158 Call METALLAND SOUTHWEST -> +1-713-468-5802 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

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