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Damned Fucking Shit! | | Title: Dr. Techno's Poetry #1
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Issue #44 | : Date: 10/13/94
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Editor: Access Denied | . By: Dr. Techno
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Dr. Techno's Poetry #1
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Come with me and travel into an unconventional mind set. A journey throught
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the neurons of a man who is now entered into a reality controled by thoughts,
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not by the physical world.
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deep perplexities
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locked beyond the door of imagination
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trying to escape
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the mind shattering truths
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they control the future
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thery are the ancients
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locked in imagination
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I am looking at this monitor
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The complexity of life
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the wondrous imagination
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chained to a cell
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music emanates
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people watching
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waiting for the hero to pass
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all gasp in exultation
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waiting for Christ
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people sit at their table
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they wait
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for a saviour
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that might not exist
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but life does
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it control us?
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we control it.
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it feeds from us
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we
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flying like elephants
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running like birds
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hoopping like flowers
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everything is nothing
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nothingness in everything
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that exists
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what exists?
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nothing does
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but, so does everything
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thoughts give us a reason
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for the season
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maybe not
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powerful imagination
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fuels the engines
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of reality
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the masses are ruled by asses
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by computers
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by themselves
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create what should not be created
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relate what should not be related
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in a state of belation
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I flee from the Graces
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I see troubled faces
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on the backs of turtles
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I am a frog
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I am a tree
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nature is us
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lets let ourselves be
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watch in horror
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as the day unfoldss
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just one day closer
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to a place we call home
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while others roam
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on the foam and highways
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buffalo and indians
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in the distance
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imaginations at the camp fire
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the priestess is on the altar
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wearing the proper attire
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war rages on
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in the northern front of our porch
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in the kitchen there is peace
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for the rooms of our lives
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may contain us
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we can fly and inspect
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the sacred ground
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a penny drops but doesn't make a sound
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we travel in time but we stil
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get older
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I run into Hercules as he throws a boulder
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above the rim
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of the deep green sea
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sits a girl
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dressed in black
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she weares a cross
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her face in shite
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we don't know what happened
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but we feel her plight
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we see her gaze
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thgough the mist ridden haze
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a powerful sea monster rises
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and approaches the maiden
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she awakes in a castle
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and gazes out a window
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she spins her thoughts into
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a beautiful mural
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500 years later they spring to life
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as those in strife
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struggle with life
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I fell the hunger
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my thirst corrupts
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the otherwise innocent
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what has happened now
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has happened in the past
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what of the future?
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right now, it doesn't exist
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all that is reality is the past
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the present is uncertain
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the future unknown
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how can we know of
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the forbidden fruit
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an old man walks quietly down the street
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he taps his cane
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he looks down at his feet
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an old woman rocks in her chair
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she remembers the days that are no longer there
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as I look at them they seem to materialize
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maybe it's us in 50 years
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or a previous incarnation
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of molecules within our imagination
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a girl and her family leave for a trip
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they have lots of fun
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as they frolic in the sun
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but don't look
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at it, it's not for us
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that which has never meant to be beheld
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by mortals
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to realize it is dangerous
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to behold in a world of possesion
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by demons and objects
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is it material?
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the feeling I feel
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growing within me
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growing on trees
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flying on angels
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being stung by bees
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I enter a cavern in search of the truth
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looking for reasons were there is no proof
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Once and awhile I'll enter a room
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The room will contain me
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but let my thoughts escape
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the physical universe need
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not be a limit
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for we are capable of the incapable
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in the room in the cave
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the masses we rave
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jumping in glee
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reality we flee
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to counter violence
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you call for peace
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to overcome insanity
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you call for reality
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does the opposite hold true?
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is anything real
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maybe just a dream
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to counter peace
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we preach violence
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are we trying to escape sanity
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by trying insanity
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dreams come true
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the truth is ending
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the dreams have all been born
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reality changing
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as time is stopping...
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written by Dr. Techno sometime in the spring of '94
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I would like to know what you think about this. If you have some free time
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send me some email at
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DjDt@aol.com
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avuolo@execpc.com
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jav@alpha1.csd.uwm.edu
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I would also like to read exchange/poetry with you. If you have anything
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please send it to me.
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peace
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DjDt (Dr. Techno)
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