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PenguinsI'm sorry, where you saying something?
I couldn't hear you over the penguins chirp?
Yes, yes...Penguins chirp.
Chirpy Chirp. The unflying bird
Excuse what was that?
No, of course I'm not deaf.
If I was I could hear my minion.
Little Chirping Penguin.
No! You can not touch my penguin!
ARE YOU MAD?
My penguin is viscous!
It'll bite off your hand!!!!!
Of course, I know....I'm not listening to a word.
Just sitting here.
Me and my bird.
In the still night
In the pale moon
In the thrill of the hunt
In the heat of your room
In the love of the pack
In the sky of black
In heaven's clutch
In your silken touch
Now the night is ours and we run free
Wont you come down and hunt with me?
Tonight we brake our mortal chains
And together we shall set the whole world aflame
And I wish this night would never end
Now run with me, silent speed
Kill clean, feel free
Forget what they want you to be
Cause when you run with the wolves
There's just the passion to see
Now I know that nothing lasts forever still
But I know that this short moment with you will
Silent we close for the perfect kill
There has never been a sweeter pill
As beautiful as the stars
As pure as any angel
A fire in our two hearts
The wolf is yours eternal
And we live with the love of the pack
Pick us up when we fall back
And the link that calls enchants us
So we know that nothing can touch us
Can you feel the connection?
The bond within
A Case Study in Drama
My car runs outside the convenience store where Todd works. I'm there to pick up my friend and roommate from the evening shift, but the moment finds him stalled between his ride home and the gritty brick outside of the store. It has become the apparent site chosen by Brandi, our mutual friend who showed up before me, for a verbal showdown between her and Todd.
In a convenience store parking lot.
In front of my car.
Whose engine is still running.
A miserably cold drizzle softens my view of the two combatants through the windshield as they begin their rounds of gesturing. The ember of a cigarette as it flies around in Brandi's hand gives me the image of a crazed air traffic controller. They're also yelling, of course, but I can only hear the occasional stressed tone over the late-night jazz on the radio. I'm not interested in their argument, anyway.
Reason is on my side to flash the headlights or honk the hornóanything to make Todd take a rain check and get in the damn caróbut I sit back
The Conscience of a HackerThe following was written shortly after my arrest...
\/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/
Written on January 8, 1986
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...
Damn kids. They're all alike.
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
I am a hacker, enter my world...
Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They'r
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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