=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= A rambling discourse on the Night --------------------------------- Mine is a rich world Textured with the satin shades of night I like to go outside at night and fuck around. Connect to other people's phone lines. Or just listen to the leaves rustle. Just sit and listen during the fall. Or go out and watch snow fall and cover everything. Sometimes my girlfriend comes, and we mess around, but I never really get into it. I usually like to just go somewhere, like the park, or the telephone company office. Sometimes I just go and sit outside someone's house and think about what everyone inside is missing I love the night. It transforms places where you normally go into a dark murky mist. It's like walking around with your eyes closed. The mind has a tendency to fill in for what it cannot discern. You know where everything is; you've been in this damned park a billion times in the daylight. But at night, everything is different. It's like trying to read your name in a mirror. You know it's your name, but it's just different enough to throw off your perception. Sometimes when I go, I do some field phreaking. It's fun to do, and it gives me something to do if I'm feeling active, or if I'm restless about something, it keeps my mind off it. Halloween is my favorite night of the year. It's the one night when everyone gets to find out just how different night really is from day. Everything is there, just the same, but there's something in the air that makes you more alert. It makes your eyes open wider, you steps move slower, your ears listen harder. You focus on every scrap of information you can get about your surroundings. I find it easy to find a corner and sit and meditate about the day at night. On Halloween, everyone feels excited. There's this electricity in the air that makes the leaves crackle a little louder, and the wind blow a little colder. The air moves, but doesn't. Many people mistake this feeling for a feeling of death, hence Halloween's association with such things. This is not the case at all. These people feel how the night exhilarates the body and the mind, and it scares them so much they associate it with the worst thing imaginable. I am not afraid of the dark. I was once, but I just don't think of bad things anymore. They aren't there, and anything that would make me think they are is just my adrenaline. It comes from a primal fear of the unknown, and used properly this can be a better buzz then any stupid drug. I go out every night I can and explore. I do this because I love the night, I love the way it changes everything, makes everything special, exciting. Just doing the stupidest things at night seems like a huge risk. It's like flame to a pyro. It may just be a stupid camp fire, but to the right person, it's so much more. If this all sounds absurd, it's probably the instant iced tea I had before retiring to bed. That was about four hours ago... it's now 2:30am and I should be outside. Well... I'm off.. - Ambrose - - mailto:ambrose@connact.com =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = Questions, Comments, Bitches, Ideas, Rants, Death Threats, Submissions = = Mail: jericho@dimensional.com (Mail is welcomed) = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = To receive new issues through mail, mail jericho@dimensional.com with = = "subscribe fuck". If you do not have FTP access and would like back = = issues, send a list of any missing issues and they will be mailed. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = AnonFTP FTP.DIMENSIONAL.COM/users/jericho/FUCK = = FTP.SEKURITY.ORG/pub/zines/fucked.up.college.kids = = FTP.GIGA.OR.AT/pub/hackers/zines/FUCK = = FTP.ETEXT.ORG/pub/Zines/FUCK = = WWW http://www.dimensional.com/~jericho = = http://www.reps.net/~krypt/fuck.html = = http://www.interlog.com/~lisa/f.u.c.k. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = (c) Copyright. All files copyright by the original author. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=