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             t h e  l o v e   e l e c t r o n i c  m a g z i n e
                  I n s t a l l m e n t  N u m b e r  2 2 6

                        .WE ARE THE LOVE  
                         .February 16th, 2003  
                          .Editor: BMC
                           .Writers:
                            .BMC
                             .Komrade B
                              .Cog
                               .Heckat
                                .linear
                                 .Ei'det-ik


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                        Featured in this installment:                    `$
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                           your red roses - Heckat                        $
                         Crappy Valentine's Day - Cog                     $
                         Swapping Cigarettes - linear                     $
                      A Teenage Love - BMC and Komrade B                 ;P
           I Am In Love With The Fibers of A Blank Page - Ei'det-ik      d'
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                               EDITOR'S NOTE

  Break out the love, because it's love time.  150 issues ago, The Love was
  all the rage.  However, being so involved in the loves of our own lives,
  we were to lovey to satisfy the demands of the reading audience.  So we
  all fell out of love and started working on the next love issue.  The only
  problem was that by then we had no love left to give.  So we waited
  patiently until we fell in love again, but then we were all to busy
  kissin and huggin, so we failed the readers once more.

  After reaching the deepest depths of despair over not being able to
  release The Love for 2.5 years, someone said "Damn."  I don't remember
  who this was, but it doesn't matter.

  So we figured that it was time to release another love for a new
  generation, true love or no.  But we never expected that through our
  journey of self discovery we would discover the greatest love of all --
  that is, The Love itself.

  So with no further delay, here are some pieces that will touch you deep
  inside (with latex gloves).
                                                        

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                                your red roses                           d'
                                  by Heckat                             ;P
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  (for rank swiney)


  I didn't imagine your pointy
  ears, the devil in you, a tolerance for martinis
  (your olive fork in flames)
  last night at the bar, on your birthday
  everybody had left and you started
  smoking like a maniac
  not that I minded, but you're kinda
  obnoxious when you get like that,
  all angsty about roses.

  so I get the picture
  you don't love me or the dozen
  roses I gave you.
  fuck the etiquette books
  next time I'll ride up on a motorcycle
  and take you by surprise.

  but there's still the question of last night.
  I'm getting used to outright rejection, but--
  turning to go, I could have sworn 
  your twisted smile was a dare.
  damn your winter scarf, obscuring the gesture
  before I could grab you for a kiss.

          and the roses?
          stoic lips mocking me against the snow.
           


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                           Crappy Valentine's Day                        d'
                                   by Cog                               ;P
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  Well, another Valentine's Day has come and gone.  Amid all of the lovers
  loving and couples coupling you'll find me.  In typical Cog fasion, what
  appears to anyone but myself as comic misfortune has wrapped its stupid
  arms around my life's solar plexus and forced the air out of it. 

  See, it all started last year.  My girlfriend of six years dumped me on
  Valentine's Day.  I was phoning to express my Valentine wishes and to
  find out when she'd be ready so we could do what I'd planned for us, but
  she broke up with me.  What the fuck?  What the fuck?!  How fucking cold
  can you be?

  A lot of things happen when you're in a relationship for six years -- one
  of those things that happens is that you forget exactly how the hell you
  managed to meet, date, and eventually be in a relationship with someone.

  So, no problem.  You clumsily try to re-learn what you've tried to unlearn
  while being in a relationship: the whole damn thing about finding another
  woman to share each other's time with.  Needless to say, it's been...ahh,
  it's been about a year since I've been on any kind of real dating terms
  with anyone.  Not even one-night stand terms.  Not even on terms that
  would permit that most forbidden of dances, Lambada.

  Until recently, I thought that was just how things were going to be.  But
  then I met someone I really started getting along with.  We talk on the
  phone most every night.  She's invited me over to watch some movies.  She
  said how I was so much nicer than guys she had dated in the past.  We
  talked about what we both expect and don't expect out of a
  relationship.  We talked about being a little nervous getting into a
  relationship after not being in one for a year (me) and a year and a half
  (her).  I was starting to get really happy and hopeful!  Also, during this
  week leading up to Valentine's Day I asked about what she'd done that day,
  and what she'd done was she'd acquired a boyfriend.

  Yeah.  Just that day.  Actually, the night before.

  She said she hoped I wasn't mad.  "No, I'm not mad."  She said that
  they'd talked about me; she told him how funny and nice and creative I
  am.  "Thanks."  She got him to read a copy of The Neo-Comintern that I was
  featured in.  "Hey, great."  She said the three of us should go out next
  weekend.  "Yeah, for sure."  She said she was glad I wasn't mad because
  she didn't want to lose my friendship because I'm such a great guy and she
  really likes me.  "I don't want to lose your friendship either."





  Fuck it.

  You know, I'm about ready to give up on this whole "finding someone"
  thing.  Aside from the fact that it just doesn't seem to be working,
  there's this whole shitty thing regarding Valentine's Day.  What kind of
  horrible fucking ironicly terrible associations Valentine's Day holds for
  me right now.  And not ironic like having forks when all you need is a
  spoon.  I mean ironic like getting your ass dumped on fucking Valentine's
  Day, and then one year later you meet a girl that you really like and she
  really likes you and you think that maybe you'll get to cuddle up with
  someone on Valentine's Day but then she meets someone else and they go out
  for Valentine's Day while you sit at home all by yourself and write a
  fucking article about it.  FUCK THIS!

JFuck it goddammit that is as mych a s I can fuckkiong take it's not fucki0o njk
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I FUCKING HATRE SHITTY SSAINT VA LENTINE"S FUICKIIG DAY GODDMAMMIUT!!!!!@#~!@[-0p



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                             Swapping Cigarettes                         d'
                                  by linear                             ;P
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  Swapping Cigarettes Outside a Concert Hall on a 
  Rainy Winter Night: a Bitter Tale of Ex-Love.
 

  Traded your Special
  for a Black,
  But I left your Special
  at the back of my pack

       nothing that burns your lungs
       will ever make me warm
            anything that destroys you,
            will always be Special to me.



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                                A Teenage Love                           d'
                            by Komrade B and BMC                        ;P
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  Hey young world, this is the prodigal sons of Atlantis back with another
  platinum hit.  Puttin the 9 to tha 5 to tha izzo.  Here's some real-ass
  tips for a teenage love in the modern day society.  Word.

  Its thursday and the girlfriend sez lets go so you say hey young girl
  sieze the planet because my heart is yours! Where do you go from here?
  GOod question.  So now you have to think of a good place to take your
  young friend on a date.  Since it was your idea, the responsibility is
  also yours.

  There are some things that are acceptable on a date and some things that
  are not.

  My father is not down with the wrong.  But he's is up with the right. He's
  up with truth. Seriously pick up the phone and call mom, she is the guide
  in the drakness.  She stood by you since you were young, so the least you
  can do is let her know where you are and when you are coming home.  Talk
  to her and your father and tell them you love them both.  They might not
  say it all the time, but they love you deeply and care for yuor
  wellbeing.

  Don't ask to stay out late young world you know the answer. Call that cab,
  find out that bus schedule and stand at that stop, or if that jerk wants
  you to stay and smoke that cigarette you say no, and call your father
  because he loves you more then jesus. and doesn't ask you to smoke to
  prove your love.

  Hey young girl, you never gave up your soccer dreams and now you are
  playing in a city team.  We always knew you would make it.  When the world
  didn't seem to care, the N-Com and your parents always stood beside you.
  Especially your parents.  No matter what challenges life provides, never
  forget that we all support you and will help you achieve your goals in any
  way we can.  Life can be rewarding if you only put in the effort and are
  supported by people who love you dearly.

  Let's get baaack to tha lave. You stuck in the wrong situatio0n? I hear
  that/ Step back calll back dad. he has a car he's coming to get ya. oh
  hhat smuck is there. Kick him to the curb.      cuz the;s  scum you're
  better them. Juses love yous   more then loove then hata

  Yo this article dedicated to Mr. Peterson, the greatest kizznat from the
  hood.  The cartel still be bumpin, yo.  Mr. Peterson, B.I.G. North to the
  Wizzest.  The blackest sack this side of Moonbase II.  R.I.P, P.

  Its on the drarkest the side of the heavens. Dd7yannn putz  it down
  without dropppin sceinece yheah

  Hey young world, if you're losing yuor virginity make sure to use
  protection.  Better yet, come ba.ck to the world of Jesus Christ and
  repent now.  Then get back to the bed for some more heavy petting like it
  was 1991 and heavy petting was the furthest you dare go.

  LSILENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!               

  "wE HAVE        to release silence as silence.  Seriously."

  OK, well now we know where KOmrade B is at, but the crown prince of
  Atlantis is now here to tell you the real deal.  Hey young world, love is
  at your fingertips.  Touch it, feel it, grope it.  Touch it like that.
  Aww jeah, that's the love, that's the love, that's the bomb, that's my
  joint.  WORD.

  And just when when he had it all the sting ray of the besest of steam eel.
  It wwan of the steam of the pute stron and   tue.
 
  Its baad, its idsasterous, disasterous, its genousious its brilliant its
  denial its truth, YOUNG WORLD GACX OFF   BVGUAZ ITS TUE..

  When a friend is drunk, aklways be sure to ask your friend if they are ok
  and need a ride home.  Never let a friend drive drunk unless the only
  other option is letting them share your bed.  In that case, let them die.        nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmmm-1:37 AM 8/6/020

  1`I haate you d7ah seriously n o  i hh8t you! fouines  ongs go to the
  front and realize that th e CAT  ha8tes you.@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
  Young prppf
  ots u[p tp iiu annd  thats it whjat dp i  wamt? 

  Hey young world, pick up that phone and call dad.  Even if he was angry
  when he found out you were going out without two days notice, he still
  wants to hear from you.  Even tought you were going out with that bastard
  he hatyed for 2 months... he loves you.  "I love you dad."  That's all you
  have to say.

  That's all we have to say too.  Komrade B has now passed out on my bed and
  Cog has advised me via ICQ to dip his hand in warm water.  I am going to
  one-up that idea and dip his hand in warm urine.  Hey young world, the
  world is yours, so experience a teenage love and make this world a
  beautiful one.


  With love,
  The N-Com

  p.s. Komrade B has just vomited all over my bed.



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                                by Ei'det-ik                            ;P
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  I'm in love with the fibers of an empty page.
  the nature of space, and parcels of ellipsis.
  I'm tormented by indecisive minimalist meanings,
  stuck in possibility.

  This page was best viewed blank.

  Ever an ellipsis



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