___________ ___________ ___________  /\ \/\ \/\ \  ___\ \ \ \ \ \ \___ __\___  \:::\ \ \ \ \ \___\/__/\ \_/:::\  \:::\ \ ____\ \ \::\ \ \:::::\  \:::\ \ \___/\ \ \::\ \ \:::::\  \:::\ \ \::::\ \____ \::\ \ \:::::\  \:::\ \ \::::\ \ \ \/\~~ ~~\:::\  \:::\ \ \::::\ \ \ \ \:::\  \:::\ \_____\::::\ \__________\ \_________\:::\oc  ~~~~\/_____/~~~~~\/__________/\/_________/~~~~  k o t i k [---- --- -- - - an introduction : organized chaos THIS PORTION OF PSIKOTIK IS BEST VIEWED IN RESOLUTION 80x50. Well, shit. Here, I had this bigass introduction typed out, and my com- puter froze (AGAIN). *sigh*.. oh, well. Welcome to the second issue of a crazy little 'zine I like to call PSiKOTiK. Spell it as you will, it's still mine. :) Heh.. Yes, I know. The first issue was PROGRAMMED. In QuickBasic, but it sort of counts, right? Teehee. I've decided that, to add a little more flavah to the mag, I'll try to release under a different format every issue or so. This issue is a little late, and I haven't gotten ANY contributions (namely because I lack couriers, and the first issue wasn't spread), so it's gonna be just slightly smaller than the first one. Just SLIGHTLY smaller, mind you. ;) Ok, I admit it. It's almost fucking NON-EXISTANT. But, to make up for that, I'm going to rate asCii art packs. All those mags out there rate anSi. I'm gonna rate asCii. For starters, I think I'll rate tRANK!aSSKEY and, to keep it clean, add a little s0ap in there. heh. Welp, that'll be da foist thing I put in here. I might just KEEP it in here, if da viewaz like it. If not, I may drop it. 't all dependz. Well, let's kick off the mag with a little poem I wrote, that hasn't been released yet. PSiKOTiK--You hear it first. [---- --- -- - - untitled death poem : organized chaos [untitled death poem] by organized chaos / punc as the blood pours out the holes that i have carved in you you plead for God's mercy but all i hear is a cry for more i slash without reason digging deep inside of you do i really need a weapon to slice your inner soul my vision grows clouded with the rage of generations passed the blood, it blocks my sight and still i lash out is it really you whom i'm devouring or is it just a dream i will know if i awake at home and in my bed i have not woken, and that must mean that you are DEAD. [---- --- -- - - end of part 1 SAUCE00part 1 : introduction psiko-kr3w psikotik 19960315` PE