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.\ new mag #10 /.
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`--[ by pip the angry youth ]--.
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.------------------------------'
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`----=[ just some babble
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hi kids... welcome to new mag's first issue... i was thinking about
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stuff... lots of stuff... you want to know what stuff?
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it's secret stuff... oh so secret!@... i was thinking about the zine
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scene, about the people there, the groupies, the 'gods', the screen
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sessions sitting on #zines, about how mogel always makes me look like a
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pill popping druggie, about how accurate mogel's observations are (save
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the ones about me, hell, he can't even capitolize my name right), and
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about how everyone feels cool to eat pez.
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[but pip! this doesn't sound like your normal pip-zine.]
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yeah, i know it doesn't... i'm complaining about the 'scene'... but you
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know something? i'm going to stop right now... no more complaining about
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the scene from me... suffice to say i don't like it as much as i used to,
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maybe it's because the novelty has worn off, or maybe it's just because
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there's 2,000 people sitting in #zines, and 1,995 of them are screen
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sessions...
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[well, what are you going to talk about now?]
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i'm going to talk about a vietnam vet that i met the other day, and what
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i felt about him.
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[sounds boring]
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no one asked you, shut up.
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anyway, one day after work i walk down to the bus stop so i can catch the
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t down to my street corner and i run into jim. jim's a dirty old man who
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feels that life consists of three things, commies/beer/cheap women. i,
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being a man of the world, disagree with him. he tells me about how i'm
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going to go off to bosnia to die in a war that i have nothing to do with,
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about how he's going home to call up his 24 year old girlfriend who's in
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school right now to become a brat-teacher, about how he makes so much
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money working on power lines (then why's he on the bus?), and about his
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bitch ex-wife who has kept his kid away from him. it makes me think, it
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makes me want to know how he led his life, so that i don't follow in his
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path and make the same mistakes. he is the culmination of everything
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that i detest in the world, all things evil and dirty. but why is he the
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way he is? life? vietnam? money? genes? who knows, but when i'm
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awake at night hating myself for what i am, i think of him and am
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thankful that i'm not what he is.
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[i don't see any wackyness yet, did i miss something?]
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no...
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-eof-
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