Volume 3, Issue 1 Melancholy Predator Page 2 8 Sep 96
SubMission:
Me and Mine
Yeah, so me and Solitude were alienating everyone around us (as usual), and we decided to get our lame asses out of the ditch, and go see some of out REAL friends; but then Solitude started whining about never having any time to herself, so I left her at home and went to get high with Blame. We stayed out all night with Crackfiend and Insomniac, and had a rockin’ good time ‘til Blame told Crackfiend she wouldn’t twitch so much if she wasn’t, you know... addicted to crack. she tried to kick Blame’s ass, I got in the way, because I could see Animosity walking up the street, and at the end Crackfiend was so fucked up by the entire thing she had to go smoke some rock.
I turned to Guilt, who had just shown up, and she began to tell me that this fight was all my fault, that i was the cunt here, so i told her to fuck off. (me and Blame can NEVER get along, the bitch). So I ran off to Mexico with Guru.
She wanted to ‘shroom, I asked her if she knew Psilocybin, yeah, so we went to his house, and got what we needed, yeah! Freedom was in the city, somewhere, but I always seem to miss her by THAT MUCH, you know? Anyway, Guru got a little too philosophical on me, I told her that she was beginning to remind me of Zealot, and she told me to go find myself (as if I were lost) I was too high to piss about it. Luckily, Cop-Out showed up, and I drove to Indiana with her, We walked into Woolworth’s (the last one left, may I add) and, holy mackerel, there Batman, Robin, and Pedophile. They always hang out in those small, country places. After buying some ‘cola’, and picking up Entertainment (who brought Tag-along, god knows why), we went to a punk-rock show. Angry Band was playing, ya hoo, but then in walks Burn-Out and Beer-Gut, those motherfuckers started saying smack about us chicks, we get pissed, I spit, Cop-Out leaves, Entertainment made a snide joke, and Tag-Along just spilled the bong. I walked off, saw this kid, Ex-Lover, grabbed his ass, and we decided to go see Lust. We invited Fornification (my dear, good nemesis), and the rest is for your imagination.
- Hadassah
"why the sky fell"
Torture Vulture swines wine 
	enforced eugenics is your crime 
militia bitches’ 
	birthing twitches 
white devour hour 
	fades to black. 
(how many pieces do you lack?) 
plan this child in a vat. 
join the band 
	mind your klan	  
surge with power 
	cheeks blood flower 
automobiles leave scarring weals 
changing economy 
	Apocalypse Astronomy 
brains of trust 
	join dust. 
anoint Agag with a sword. 
tiny thighs  
	birthing eyes 
	child of light 
	child of darkness  
	child trussed up in a harness. 
American carrot hymn 
	terrible cherubim. 
divebombing Azrael 
	the seventh bell begins to knell. 
- Mark Cicero
 

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