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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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anger
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one
the son was walking out of the store with the father,
just after buying a few groceries. suddenly the
father stepped on the man's left shoe who was walking
rather slowly in front of the father. the man turned
his black face around and said "why don't you slow
down a little there, huh?" as jericurl dripped onto
the man's shoulder. the man gave the father a look of
annoyance and turned around slowly and began walking
away. suddenly a bomb went off in the sons head. the
son walked over to the man who was now just minding
his own business.
"hey!" shouted the son. the man turned around as the
father approached the son.
"what are you doing?" said the father.
"no one gets away with that, the father, no one." the
son marched over to the man now standing with a
puzzled look upon his face.
"why did you look at the father like that? why you
piece of shit? no one gave the man permission to look
at the father like that, and you need the son's
permission before you can. i didn't hear the man ask
me permission, so you are going to apologize to the
father right the fuck now!" the son pounded his words
into the man's ears.
"man, fuck you and the father!" replied the man as he
slowly turned away, as if the conversation was over.
at that moment nothing existed but revenge, and
hatred. the son grabbed the back of the man's head,
gripping onto his wet hair. the son swung the man
around and threw his head against a wall. after
breaking the man's nose against the hard concrete he
feel to the ground in pain. the father looked on with
disbelief. then the son put his hands against the
wall and used all the force in his body to
continually kick the man in the stomach and ribs. by
the time the father was able to pull the son off the
man who was unconscious and bleeding to death.
getting a better look at the man the father saw blood
coming from his mouth and noticed his pulse was
almost non-existent. just as the father turned to ask
the son what he had done the son was gone, he was
nowhere to be found.
the father stayed around to talk to the police, and
make sure the man was going to live. the father gave
the police all the information they needed. a warrant
was put out for the arrest of the son. the man did
not live to see the next day.
two
the son was walking down a beat up old alley when he
found the dealer. the son looked at the dealer, and
he could see the son's red eyes.
"the son, i don't know what you have had but it looks
like some good shit." said the dealer, trying to get
a new customer. the look of hatred did not leave the
sons face as the next words came from his mouth.
"you sell these drugs to the people? you sell these
drugs?" the dealer was becoming confused.
"not so loud the son! look, if you want something we
can do business, but don't --" "-- fuck with me!"
yelled the son as he hit the dealer on the back of
his head. the son saw a gun sticking out of the
dealer's pants. the son grabbed it and put it to the
dealer's head.
"so you like to string up little kids? you like to do
this thing you do, the dealer? does it make you happy
to destroy and murder the people?" the son had the
gun cocked and ready to fire, pressed hard against
the dealer's ear.
"i don't know what you're talking about the son,
don't kill me, don't do it the son. i'm just trying
to survive." the dealer was crying, with his face
towards the ground, cowering in fear.
"survive this!" the gun exploded in shards of relief
as the bullet struck into the dealer's head. the son
heard one of the people scream in the distance so he
began to walk away.
three
walking away with his new gun the son kept his
melancholy face a view. as the son began to walk out
of the alley the police pulled up behind him.
"stop!" the police yelled as their doors swung open
and their bullets became chambered. the son turned
around and slowly stepped towards the alley, trying
to decide if he could make a run for it. the police
slowly began walking towards the son.
"ok, just put your hands on your head and lay down on
the ground." the police instructed. the son had no
choice at this point but to comply. the son put his
hands behind his head and slowly moved to the ground.
the police began walking over very cautiously.
"we understand that there is something wrong with
you. the father explained to us that he believes you
to be severely ill. there are the people who can help
the son. just remain calm and we will take you with
us." the police said as they tried to convince the
son of their good intentions, which numbered zero.
"we can do this the easy way or the hard way, it is
up to you." it was amazing how quickly the police
died. no one was expecting it, especially the son who
laid on the ground with his gun gripped in his right
hand.
"i'll take the easy way." said the son as he got up
off the ground and brushed himself off.
four
"the father?" the son thought as he began walking
home. "why would the father talk to the police about
me?" it was a long walk. the son had to walk half way
across town in order to get home. it was dark when
the son arrived. the son unlocked and opened the door
to the father's house. the son walked in and looked
around. the father sat on the couch staring into a
candle's flame which was the only source of light in
the entire house.
"my the god, where have you been, the son?" the
father asked as he rose up from the couch.
"why did you tell the police what i did, the father?"
the son returned the question as he looked upon the
father with astonishment.
"what did you want me to do, the son? you killed the
man who did not deserve to die for what he did." the
father answered as though this reasoning should be
obvious to the son.
"the man deserved to die. the son protects the people
he loves. the son protects them from hurt." the son
replied in a psychotic tone. "i love the son above
all others now, and the father hurt the son by
telling the police. just as the man hurt the father."
the son looked at the father as though this reasoning
should be obvious to him.
"hold on a second, now just calm down, everything is
going to be ok." the father begin talking quickly.
then the father fell to the ground, as his blood
coated the wall behind him.
"yes, everything is going to be ok, the son will see
to that." the son grinned as he looked over the
father's dead body.
five
the son swung open the door to the father's house and
began running. the son ran about two blocks down to
another house. a house the son had been to over a
hundred times. the son hopped the fence and made his
way to an unlocked window in the back of the house.
the son had been through it over a hundred times. the
son climbed through and made his way to a bedroom. a
bedroom the son had been to over a hundred times. the
son opened the door, walked through the dark room and
sat on the bed. suddenly the form under the covers
awoke and saw the son sitting above her.
"oh, it's you. you scared the hell out of me, what
are you doing here this late?" the love threw one of
her pillows at the son as she smiled.
"i have come to see the love. the son needs to talk."
the son said now taking on a serious tone.
"not again." the love mumbled under her breath.
"no, the love, not again." the son replied.
"then what is it, the son? why have you come here in
the middle of the night?" the love asked with a
confused look on her face.
"i have finally figured out a way to work things out.
i have finally found a way to make everything ok."
the son said, reassuring the love of his intentions.
"you see, the love hurt the son. the love hurt the
son deeply."
"the love never meant to hurt the son. the love never
felt that way towards the son. the son hurt the son
by falling for the love." the love replied, as though
trying to make the son understand something he
already did.
"i know, the son knows all to well. however now the
son will fix everything. the love hurt the son,
therefore the love must die." and blood painted the
window. "the son hurt the son, therefore the son must
die." and more blood painted the window.
rage-303 .. this is the end, my only friend the end.
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