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of his window into the empty streets, watching the snow glide to it's destination. it's already late in the afternoon. most people have been up and about now for quite some time, learning their lessons in school, earning their piece in the working community, or caring to the responsibilities they have at home. he awoke only minutes ago or approximately four hours and two minutes too late to catch the bus to the small high school he attends. eyes half open, he reaches to the floor for a sweatshirt, fumbling through papers and dirty clothing. any inch of the wall to wall carpeting that can be seen through this sea of filth is discolored due to microwave pizza and coca cola stains. for a brief moment he tries to recall it's original shade but fails. his walls are hidden by images of neo glamour rock heavy metal noise bands, swimsuit models, and various star wars paraphrenalia. the stench of worn out converse sneakers, three day old bowls of cap'n crunch cereal and his own body odor collide in the air like symbols, becoming instruments in this symphony of disgust. it's the type of room every parent abhorres. slowly, he pulls the sweatshirt over his head, folds his arms, and resumes his unproductiveness, staring once more into the winter skies. he sits in this pit of despair in utter silence with only the humming of his electrical companion to keep him aware. a loyal companion that was a gift from his parents to help him excel in his studies, an investment in his education. ironically, the day he received this gift marked his academic downfall. it was quite clear that this lump of technology served him a greater purpose than printing up history reports. without any notice, as if he were put under some type of spell, he stands up with his eyes opened wide and then quickly walks towards the enchanted humming box. it was calling for him, begging to be touched. the magical contraption spent an intimate evening with him the night before and was ready for a another. body limp, the young boy was exhausted due to the long night he had endured, a night filled with sugary visions of electrons and microchips. he needed rest, he needed school, he needed friends, he needed direction, but none of these things meant anything to him because when his thin fingers touched the small square keys on his keyboard, he knew where he belonged. it was time for another day and night of adventure with his mechanical friend. it was time for him to logon and once again continue his search for the long awaited debut issue of square. --- - - --- *** editor's note: some of the ascii logo's i have drawn for square display incorrectly due to some of the ascii characters i used in their design. for best viewing resluts, use edit.com for msdos. --- - - --- a s u r e q .ùùù:: .ùùù. :: :::: ::::ùùù. .ùùù. :: :: .ùùù:::: :::: :::: :::: :: :: :::: :::: :::: :::: :::: :: :: :::: :::: :::: :::: :::: :: :: :::: :::: :::: :::: :::: :: :: :::: :::: :::: :::: :::: :: ::.....:: :::: :::: :::: ::::...:: :: :::: :::: :::: :::: :::: .. :: :::: :::: :: ù...;::: :: :: ù...ù :: :: ù...ù :: ù...ù ù...;: :: +01+ "a pointless prologue" ........................................ sykes +02+ "don't you know? it's hip to be square!" ...................... sykes +03+ "today i lost my only friend" ................................. sykes +04+ "jimmy gets a bad haircut" .................................... sykes +05+ "fashionable believers just suck" ............................. sykes +06+ "i'm gonna be a rock star" .................................... sykes +07+ "nice guys finish last because the dicks cheat" ............... sykes +08+ "my month in review" .......................................... sykes +09+ "cd of the month: that dog [retreat from the sun]" ............ sykes +10+ "in closing.." ................................................ sykes +11+ "an even more pointless epilogue" ............................. sykes --- - - --- support underground publications whether they're on paper or on your hard drive. someone took the time to express their thoughts, take the time to acknowledge them. --- - - --- "don't you know? it's hip to be square!" by / sykes (02) i wear weird shoes, i shop at the salvation army, i'm skinny, i have messy hair, i read comic books, i watch cartoons, i occasionally play with toys, i use my computer for 'fun', i think using old words like 'swell' and 'keen' is just plain neat, i believe very strongly in god, i'm a lovesick romantic, i listen to weezer more than any band on this planet, i dream of becoming a rock star and one day ruling the world, i don't like sports, i don't like college, i sometimes feel extremely uncomfortable at parties, i don't drive a cool car, i don't work a cool job, i don't drink alcohol, i don't do drugs, i don't like violence, i don't like rap music, i don't know how to macerena, and i don't watch friends! this is me and if this means i'm a square, i hope i'm one for the rest of my life. because you know what? it feels pretty damn good. welcome to my uncircular realm where those who are considered to be 'uncool' by the preps, jocks, prom queens, cheerleaders, and home boys, reign supreme. a realm where star trek plays twenty four hours a day on every channel. nerds of the world, i give you a home, i give you square. enjoy issue #01 -sykes --- - - --- any accounts of nauseau, dizziness, constipation, or any other unpleasant feelings induced by this zine can be sent to: *** egod@berkshire.net *** if you really think this zine sucks and you have a note tied to a brick that you'd just love to toss through my living room window, send me some email and i'll give you my home address. --- - - --- and so it begins.. . --- - - --- "today i lost my only friend" by / sykes (03) today i lost my only friend, my best friend, my girlfriend of two years, my very first love. i came home tonight in tears and the first thing i could think of doing was write. for me, writing has always been an effective pain killer. actually, i wouldn't go as far as saying it kills the pain because the pain is still there. i guess it just numbs it for awhile. anyway, my girlfriend and i broke up and with the way we talked, you would think that the chance of us ever getting back together was zero. it's so hard to think about what lies ahead knowing that she won't be there with me. she's such an important daily part of my life that i don't know how i'll function happily without her. people have told me before that it's just a habit that i have to get over. it's not a habit, it's love. i truly love her with all of my heart. i have never felt this way about anyone and i can't even begin to conceive the thought of loving someone else. maybe i could, but on the same note, maybe i don't want to. i remember the day i saw her. it was the summer after i graduated. my friends and i were all piled into my buddy ryan's jeep. he had some coupons for dairy queen that he wanted to use so we decided to swing on over. we pulled up to the drive-thru and then ryan began to order. while he was ordering, we were making dumb noises and saying really stupid things. basically being our loser immature selves. about twenty feet away in the the dairy queen window i saw a girl laughing. i was absolutely amazed at her. i always had this image in my mind of what i considered to be the 'perfect girl' and there she stood. she was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen and still is to this day. i swear to you, that night i felt a warmth that i have never felt before. a feeling of comfort that i had finally found the one. that night in the drive-thru window of dairy queen, i saw an angel. i frantically searched ryan's jeep for a pen and paper so that i could scribble down my number in the hopes that she and i would talk. i gave the dirty piece of scrap paper with my number on it to one of the dairy queen employees and directed them to pass it down to her, hoping that when she received it she would be able to make out my chicken scratch handwriting. a few days had passed and as mesmerized as i was at her, the constant drunken state i was in that week almost made me forget until one day my memory was completely refreshed. she called me. her voice was the sweetest sound i had ever heard. we talked for a bit and hit it off great and eventually we went out on our first date. well actually, we didn't really 'go out',she came over to my house and we watched a movie in my room. it took me almost the entire movie before i actually got up the nerve to walk over to her (yes, walk over. i was actually walking distance away from her.) and give her a kiss. i'll never forget that day because that was the day i knew i was in love. so time progressed and we had some good times and some bad times. we made some good memories and some bad memories. we made some right choices and some wrong choices. we lived life and watched each other grow into different people, together. i don't know how it happened but eventually our smiles turned to frowns and our loving words turned to hurtful words. we broke it off a few times and pursued other interests which always failed within a short period of time. the end result would be us jumping back into each other's arms, confessing how much we missed one another. during each reunion we would tell each other how different it was going to be this time, how we wouldn't take each other for granted and how we would live happily ever after. that's what we said last time we got back together only a few months ago. i'm in so much pain right now. i feel so lost and confused. sure we've had some bad times, but the good times have been really *good*. when we're both smiling and having a good time enjoying each other's company, it's so unbelievably perfect. it's so right. when we're apart it's so wrong. it just doesn't feel like it's meant to be that way. it's almost as if there is this magnetic force that just keeps pulling us back together and as much as we try to fight it we cannot. it's a force more powerful than any bitter words or sour actions. a force more powerful than any tear filled eyes or sorrow soaked hearts. it's love, pure untainted love straight out of heaven itself. a force that can turn any bad situation to good. a force that i have complete faith in. she'll be living on her college campus in the fall, surrounded by new people and new experiences. it's possible that those things might seduce her and turn her away from me forever. however, if our love is destined to be like i feel it in my heart, then those things will have no effect on her and she will once again be in my arms. *we* will once again be a team. for now, all i can do is live my life and try to make myself as happy as possible. i'll always keep her in my thoughts, trying to focus only on the good and never the bad. i'll always keep her in my prayers, hoping that she makes the right decisions and stays far from harms way. and i'll always keep the light on for her at my front door, to light her path when she decides it's time to come home. today my heart was broken again because today i lost my only friend. *** editor's note: umm, scratch that.. my only friend came back to me the next day. =) ISN'T LOVE GRAND!@# --- - - --- "jimmy gets a bad haircut" by / sykes (04) "hey jimmy." "oh.. hey mark." "what's wrong? you look down in the dumps." "you mean.. you can't tell?" "oh, uhm, still bumming about your breakup with carrie?" "no, she's a cunt. who gives a fuck about her. she's probably a lesbian anyway." "hmm.. ok, uhm, your boss giving you a hard time again?" "no, that cocksucker could give a shit about me lately. he's too busy porking his fat ass secretary. come on mark, it's so fucking obvious." "oh, NOW i get it.. it's the diarrhea eh? well hey, i just got back from the drug store and picked me up some.. ." "NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT! MY HAIR! MY FUCKING HAIR! LOOK AT IT!" "hey! you got a haircut! looking sharp jimbo!" "first of all, DON'T EVER FUCKING CALL ME JIMBO AGAIN OR I'LL BREAK YOUR SKINNY ASS IN TWO! second, NO, i don't look sharp, i look like an egg. i look like i just fell out of some fucking chicken's ass. why does this shit always have to happen to me? i told her, 'not too much off the top, i have a weird looking head.' and what did she do? SHE TOOK TOO MUCH OFF THE TOP!" at that moment jimmy begins to sob. mark, being the good friend he is, does everything he can to put his hair troubled friend at ease. "you know something jimmy, i think this is the best damn hair cut you have ever got!" "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT LIAR! YOU CALL YOURSELF A FRIEND?!@$% you're just like the rest of them. sure, when i'm around you'll tell me how great my hair looks, but what happens when i leave? huh? i'll tell you what happens! THE RIDICULING BEGINS! i'll be the butt of every hair joke! i'll be the 'DON'T DO THIS!' example for every aspiring stylist in the city! HOW THE FUCK AM I GOING TO GET LAID LOOKING LIKE THIS?!@ GOD THIS SUCKS!@#$%" "ok, well, if it bothers you that much, why don't you just go back and ask her to fix it? maybe she can spice it up some!" "spice it up some? SPICE IT UP SOME? WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE, A FUCKING MEMBER OF MENUDO?! god damn, i just wanted a fucking trim, is that so much to ask?" "well i'm sure if you go back and tell her how you feel she'd be more than happy to.." "are you fucking STUPID? what makes you think she would be happy to do anything for me that wasn't destructive? i specifically told her.." "not too much off the top, i have a weird looking head." "I CAN FINISH MY OWN SENTENCES THANK YOU VERY MUCH!" "sorry." "as i was saying, i told her 'not too much off the top, i have a weird looking head.' and what did she do? she DELIBERATELY FUCKING BUTCHERED ME! i probably banged one of her sisters in high school or something. so anyway, after it's all done, the bitch has the nerve to say 'i think it looks much better now. don't you?'" "and what did you say?" "what do you mean?" "i mean, what did you give her for a reply when she said 'i think it looks much better now. don't you?'" "i.. uhh.. well. fuck. i said 'yes.' I FUCKING AGREED WITH HER OK?! but come on, when have you ever told your hair stylist that you didn't like your hair cut? especially when she had tits the size of fucking watermelons!" "hmm, well maybe if you would have payed more attention to what her scissors were doing and less attention to her tits, you wouldn't look like you just fell out of a chicken's ass. talk to you later egghead." --- - - --- "fashionable believers just suck" by / sykes (05) "hey! after the animal rights activists party, what do you say we cruise over to mcdonalds?" a few weeks ago i got into a HUGE argument with this girl janet. she's a 'vegan' and i'm not. basically her weak side of the argument was that my way of living was wrong, her way was right and if i couldn't accept that then tough twinkies. uhm.. ok. NOW i MIGHT have taken her seriously if it wasn't for the fact that this defender of animal rights was sporting a really snazzy pair of LEATHER sandals the entire time she was yelling at me. now isn't that special. call me barbara, but don't vegans frown upon eating or wearing anything manufactured from an animal? yes ok, just wanted to clear that up. lemme give you some background info on janet. when we first crossed paths she was your typical alterna-geek striving to be different. she listened to all of the trendy alterna-bands and shined all of the latest altera-fashions. one day she met a girl named leanne. leanne was big into the 'hardcore' music scene. janet looked up to leanne because leanne was different from the crowd of nirvana and pearl jam lovers that janet frequently associated herself with. it was as if leanne was on another plain of alternative existance. leanne offered janet a different atmosphere and introduced her to a new realm that her old alterna-geek friends new nothing of. janet was amazed by it all and did whatever she could to impress leanne and keep her connection to this new found world. she listened to the same bands as her, dressed like her, talked like her, got the same hair cut as her, etc. basically janet was now leanne. hmm.. weird. anyway, janet now has herself a new look and a new attitude. she makes sure to push her new cool self into everyone's face so they all know how rad she is. all the naive schmucks think it's neat and commend her for her "individuality." janet eats it up and pushes her poser self even more. no longer is she just a hardcore, this former pot-head is now straight edge (i don't do drugs but at the same don't i don't label myself and push my convictions into everyone's face.), showing off all of the latest sXe paraphrenalia. but wait, why stop there? she might as well turn vegan while she's playing the label game. i'm sure she'll turn some heads when she yells at the lunch lady on meatloaf day. coughattentionhungrycough. so, our friend janet keeps putting on those non-mainstream labels like new outfits purchased at the gap. the more attention she gets, the more she wears them. sure these outfits might make her look different on the outside, but on the inside she's still the same alterna-geek desperately searching for a sense of belonging. she'll stand her ground when it comes to animal rights, and she'll stand it wearing those pretty leather shoes she got for christmas. if you need something to believe in do it because you feel it in your heart. do it because you truly want to make some type of difference. not because you want to make new friends. fashionable believers just suck. --- - - --- "i'm gonna be a rock star" by / sykes (06) every morning, before i do anything, i pick up my guitar and sing. i sit on my bed half naked, eyes half open, strumming away singing songs of lost loves and broken hearts. i wish i could describe to you the feeling i get after i write a new song. music is so amazing. i really don't know what i would do if someone took it away from me. i have grown so accustomed to expressing my feelings through my music that if it was gone, i'd probably go insane. my parents call me obsessed and don't really seem to be too supportive. you see, i used to be heavily into piano and my mother and father thought it was the greatest thing. they used love to show off their little piano wonder to all of their friends. in their eyes, i've abandoned a god given gift to play my 'noise.' what they don't understand is, my heart was never in that piano. i always felt like i couldn't express myself the way i wanted to, like i was getting cheated. they don't understand that it's the 'noise' that makes me happy. the day i purchased my shiny guitar, was the day i felt a real passion. it was the day i learned that life truly did have meaning. everytime i play one of my songs i imagine myself and my band in front of a million screaming strangers who are all doing the pogo. our guitars are loud and crunchy, our voices are sweet and honest. like paints on an artist's pallet, they all combine to create one beautiful color. one big super-fuzz-pop harmony. my voice and my charvel scream out to the world and reveal everything that makes me hurt and everything that makes me smile. the sweat pours down my face as i pour out my soul and with every fallen droplet, another aspect of my being is made known. i look to the millions of faces and make eye contact with a young teary eyed girl and signal to her with a warm smile, that i have been hurt as well, that she is not alone. the crowd screams louder while my music grows stronger and together we unite, creating a bond that can be broken by nothing.. . except by my mother who's screaming down to my room to "give it a rest!" there's only so much of 'she's one of the triplets' or 'you don't know me but i know you' she can take. that's when i awake to the sad reality of it all. my mother calls me a dreamer, but isn't it the dreamers that make a difference in this world? she just can't understand that it's those goofy songs that keep my blood flowing and keep my heart pounding. it's those goofy songs that keep me smiling even when i'm in pain. it's those goofy songs that make me stand proud even when i hate myself. it's those goofy songs that help me search for love even when i thought i've lost it forever. people aspire to be all kinds of things. some want to be teachers and some want to be laywers. some want to be police officers and some want to be doctors. let them dream their dreams and let me dream mine because if you don't have your dreams what do you have? i've been told i'm going to amount to nothing, that i'm going to be a failure. i smile and shrug it off because i know one day.. . i'm gonna be a rock star. --- - - --- "nice guys finish last because the dicks cheat" by / sykes (07) ATTENTION! IF YOU ARE A FEMALE, QUICKLY TURN OFF YOUR MONITOR AND STEP AWAY FROM YOUR COMPUTER IMMEDIATELY! THE FOLLOWING TEXT IS FOR MALE EYES ONLY! GO PAINT YOUR NAILS AND PLOT THE DESTRUCTION OF SOME MORE KIND, GENTLE, LOVESICK GUYS OR SOMETHING! GRRR! ok my fellow penises, NOW we can speak freely. well, i wish i could say it's good to see all of your hearts in one piece, but i can't. i can't because there are many of you reading this right now with hearts that have been damaged, hearts that have been broken in two, hearts that have been ripped out and thrown into your grandma's old slipper box which was then wrapped in the sunday edition of the funny pages and then finally taken to the post office where it was shipped third class to SHITSVILLE! girls are demented little demons that were put on this earth for one purpose and one purpose only -- to torment our poor fragile souls. take a look around you. take a look at the guys that are overcoming the dark ways of the female. how do they do it? i'll tell ya how, by being dicks. that's right, you want to be a weakling? then be nice. you want to be strong? then be a dick. if you're nice, girls get bored. if you're a dick, they want you more. that's right, keep saying it, "if you're nice, girls get bored. if you're a dick, they want you more." say that to yourself everytime your girl starts treating you like the pathetic lovesick freak you are. it's kind of catchy actually. for us nice guys it's a hard concept to grasp. this i know. i mean think about it, why would a girl want a guy that would treat her like dirt when she could have a guy that would treat her like gold? when i put myself in a girl's shoes (not literally of course, err, yeah..) i try to think about the type of guy i would want to have as my own, and you know what i come up with? i come up with me, the nice guy that would do ANYTHING for his girl. and if and when i got a guy like me, i would cherish his love and treat him with the same respect that he gave me. the sad reality of it is, girls don't do that. oh no, girls take advantage of nice guys like you and i. girls use us up for all we got, taking and never giving. all that wasted love, but more important, all that wasted cash. yeesh. anyway, i could go on and on crying my sappy heart out about how cold and uncaring girls are, but will that change anything? no sirry bobbit it will not! so what then shall we do? i'll tell ya what.. we nice guys will all become DICKS! it's time we leave our niceness behind and embrace the dick side. i know it must sound somewhat drastic but if you let me explain, it should all make some type of sense. if every nice guy in this world turned into a dick, then girls would have no one to turn to when they grew tired of getting shit on, when they grew tired of the guy not always being there, and when the excitement of having a dick became not-so-exciting. eventually, girls would begin to miss us nice guys and long for our return. with no hope in sight, girls would realize the error in their ways. they'd begin to think they were in a bad episode of the twilight zone where every guy refered to females as 'bitches' or 'hoes'. where girls were looked at as sex objects instead of princesses. let's see how much they love the dicks when the nice guys have disapeared. lost in regret, their weakened souls would fall prey to the torment of the dick side. they would suffer and we would smile. kooky. sounds like quite the party eh? well my fellow nice guys as entertaining as it may be we must not let the dick side take control. being nice is what we do best, it's what's right. once they've seen what life is like without us nice guys, we must then lift them up from out of this darkened state of desperation by changing back to the nice guys we once were and then watch them come running home. those that let the dick side engulf them and choose not to convert, will suffer the penalty of loneliness and rejection while we born again nice guys enjoy our reward. after all, absence makes the heart grow fonder. my fellow lumps of testosterone, we nice guys can come out victorious! we nice guys can dominate the love scene! but in order to do so we must be brave, we must be strong, but most of all, we must be dicks. so go out there and lie, cheat, smack and do whatever else you have to do to be a dick. remember, you're not just doing it for youself, but for every nice guy in this world that has been destroyed by a girl. it is time for the nice guys to be avenged and liberated! may god be with you on this journey to build a better future, where every nice guy will have a nice girl by his side. now good luck to ya dickhead. --- - - --- "my month in review" by / sykes (08) my month started off on a sad note when my only grandmother passed away. she had been suffering with sickness for quite some time and the routine surgery she under went was just too much for her weak heart to handle. it hurt me to lose her but at least now i know she is no longer in pain. she was a wonderful person and i only wish that i had spent more time with her in her living years. about a week and a half later my friend tom who plays lead guitar for my band 'lovestruck', found a new job and a new love.. 3 hours away. i have never worked with a musician such as tom. he is one of the best guitarists i have ever come across and his faith in me and my music was inspirational. even though i wrote all of the material, the music just wasn't complete without tom's amazing guitar skills and boyish back up vocals. he told me that he believes in the band and plans on coming back soon to once again be a part of it. i just don't know how that will work out. almost two weeks after that, my girlfriend and i broke up for some really dumb reasons. miss and i were together for about two years and went through a hell of alot together. she is the very first girl i have ever been truly in love with and the very first girl i have ever dreamed of one day marrying (after we've both grown up a bit and landed stable jobs of course.). fortunately, the break up only lasted a day and miss and i are enjoying each other's company more than ever. we just love each other way too much to be apart. =) speaking of which, miss and i had a swingin time this past weekend traveling to other states in search of rad malls (you must understand one thing about us, we are the ultimate mallrats.). during our road trip we came across a gap outlet that had jeans for $10! i was definately stoked because i love getting new clothes, especially *inexpensive* new clothes. anyway, my month started off rough but it seems to be ending on a somewhat smooth note. i've actually cracked a smile in the past few days, go figure. i guess that just goes to show you that no matter how bad things may be in the beginning, if you hang in there, things will eventually start to change for the better. --- - - --- "cd of the month: that dog [retreat from the sun]" by / sykes (08) ARTIST: that dog ALBUM TITLE: retreat from the sun RATING: A anna waronker, will you marry me? yet another incredible release from one of dgc's finest. that dog's latest collection of gritty pop rock, 'retreat from the sun', is without a doubt a step up from their previous full length 'totally crushed out!' it's consistent, energetic and has more of a poppy feel to it. their first single 'never say never', is one of the best songs on the album and will have you bopping away to that oh so catchy chorus (was that a moog i heard in the background?). the song writing is very well crafted and is evident in songs such as 'minneapolis' and 'long island boy', two of my favorite songs on the album. as always, anna and the hayden girls spit out some amazing harmonies, that along with petra's violin solo's, add an almost eerie type of beauty to it all. if you're new to the that dog experience, this album would be a great way to get your feet wet. on the other hand, if you are familiar with these three girls and one guy and find yourself unimpressed with what you've heard in the past, give 'retreat from the sun' a chance. it very well might change your opinion for the better. over all i give this album an 'A' and for a measely $8.99 (the that dog suggested retail.), i'd say it's well worth the trip to your local music retailer. ** like that dog? check out their friends at WEEZER!@ and the rentals. --- - - --- "in closing.." (09) in closing i would just like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving square a chance. i wanted so badly for square to be the best damn publication i could put together and even though the final product wasn't as good as i had hoped, i am still nothing but proud. this is square and this is me. next issue we're going to be featuring some totally swell work from some writers other than myself, one of which whom happens to be my rad girlfriend who also did most of the editing of issue #01 (all the correct text was done by her and any errors you find were left by me. =) ). I LOVE YOU MISS! anyway, square #02 should be cram-packed with tons of suprises so stay tuned! --- - - --- "an even more pointless epilogue" by / sykes (10) after months of searching, the young boy had finally found what he was looking for and was pleased. he exits out of edit.com and smiles. square #01 was even better than he had expected. with a yawn, the young boy turns off his monitor and falls into his bed, covering himself tightly in his batman bed sheets. it was time that he get some rest, for this young enthusiast had a long day ahead of him. starting tomorrow he would embark on a new journey, a quest if you may, to find the next issue of square e'zine. be here next month for square #02! thanks for reading everyone! --- - - --- subscriptions, submissions, or any comments can be sent to: egod@berkshire.net --- - - --- email / egod@berkshire.net www / www.berkshire.net/~egod (in the works!) efnet irc / #imasquare square e'zine and kick me productions (c)opyright 1997 sykes. all rights reserved. r q a !$Pzpüýüqa e s U ..,$$l 1$l zpüýüqa,aS zpüýüqa$$l ý .¬$ zpüýüqa û$l 1$$lss !$$û$l 1$$ : :ý$ spüýüqa !$l 1$l$! ý1$$ 1$l°$ ú ý :i : !$l 1$l . ý .¬$ý| : ý .¬$ý$ : :i$ :i: ý .¬$ : $$: i: : ý$: :i:i$$ M$i : ý$ :i .$$i: úli::i .: i: .li|$$ :i .: |i$ :$¬¬i ,$$ii$ :i:¬i ,$$;$Q úi$ :i: ,¬$Mmmmmmmmi1$l 1$°$$$ M$i|$l 1$$l ù¬$mmmmmmM$i Mmx sD, øýbudýø$Ci!$l sD, øýbudýø$$Q spüýüqa |$s zD, øýbudýøspüýüqa !$7 øýbudýø !$Pzpüýüqa !$l 1$l øýbudýø !$l 1$l 1$ $P $$l 1$l. ý .¬$ . ý .¬$ @ ý $$ú ý .¬$ : ý$ : ý$ 'û$üüüýüpz ý : :ý$ :i .: :i .: !$ 1$l : :i :: : :i° :: :i::: : : : :i$ :i: ú$$ ý .:i.i$ .i:i¬$mmmmmmM$i ù¬$mmmmmmM$i .°$ ú: i$ $$ $i |$s zD, |$s zD, :$$ :i: $$|$$ :$$ øýbudýø øýbudýø !«$ |$i|$$iý¬ |$¬ mmmmmmmmM$¬,$Q e e $$ xmM n ý$mmmmmm$$$ i Z - el fin -