Part 1. Accepting the T-file as your personal saviour In the world of aestheticism, where does the now-legendary text file fit into place? We've seen the best of the best. We've seen the cDc releases and we know what Phrack is up to. The world of corporate text-file. But first, back to the point at hand. The text file, as a work of art, holds the same as the bulletin board as a work of art. Any t-file or bulletin board not taken at an artistic level is going to be nothing. Zilch. Fucking zero. Now, the text file, on the other hand, is essential. It is beautiful. And as my friend - Doctor Murdock - says: Textfiles don't require a joystick. Oh yes. That is where we're at. Now, onto this conglomerate text file circuit going on. It must be broken. Just as SST and Matador pine away at the foundations of a Geffen America, so much WE press against the foundations of a cDc America... is it not that the infamous bovine cult is the ONLY national text file group? It must be so. Indeed it is so. And yet, how can criticism of 216 [and now 330] losers be of any interest to Lord Britain, calling from London? Nada and zilch again must be said although nada was never said it was implied in such a way. A headache approaches. I think its time we march on! A global conquest is in order! Where is Shawn-da-lay-Boy? Where is what is what it is? Where is Distorted Digital Erection? Or Distorted Digital Reaction? What is the answer? Can a national t-file group be made? A combination of SDLB and DDE? A unity? A confederation even? Perhance and persnickity, as I always say. We must first develop an oh-so-zen-like superconsciousness ... to communicate long distance for free. Look: He takes yet another immense drag from the mask, his head shaking vigorously as the incoming nitrous takes effect. You almost swear you see the sides of the tank collapse inward for a moment. He quickly turns to you, with the expression of a completely deranged madman, and shouts at the top of his lungs, "SHOW ME HER CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" At the same instant he floorboards the gas pedal and launches out of sight with the sounds of his fading scream and screeching tires. His liscense plate reads: `ALUCARD' Can even _you_ defy the power of ShawnDLB? It cannot be done! Feel all the wonderful intensity! 2. Accepting the fact that I'm going to pass out My stomach is all a-flutter and I want another cigarette out of that new pack of Camels and ohhhh god i feel sick and i want to lie down if i dont pass out first but oh the ramones are coming. we'll talk more later. ok? ok. "Because its an expression of my creativity and intelligence... and its better than chat sex!" - Spirit of Entropy "Northern born, but southern-hearted" - Sorc / Amphetamine Gobbler / Gott