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From now on there will be no more mention of "The Comintern," only "The Love." It will be all the more beautiful, and like I said before, it'll be like '91 till the last time you see us. Now to the issue description: Hey young world. This is a little collection of love..erh, um... limericks that we made up over the last year. The first one was written during a heavy drinking session in March. The second limerick, "The Moose and I," is a real tear jerker, so don't read it if you are anywhere close to suicide. You would end up killing yourself, and hopefully that is not what The Love is all about. The third story is a continuation of the "Voyage From Atlantis" series, and hopefully that will satisfy you old school Cominter.... erh, Love fans... L'amour! odO$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.odO$|$Obo.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$Obo ";P' HEY YOUNG WORLD, THE WORLD IS YOURS d' by Komrade B and BMC ;P d'. .,;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;,"*,; For you dedicated children out there. The Neo-Comintern would like to dedicate this article to you the children. The following tales will tell you of the rights and wrongs of the writers and how you can avoid our wrongs to be become the beautiful torch that shall brighten humanities future. It has been rumored that I have received oral sex from a young MoOn MonsTareSs in a movie theatre. The rumour even progressed to include my ejaculating into some popcorn which I fed to some kids. Was that a true story? Well I choose not to get into the particulars, but let me tell all of you young people that sex outside of the confines of marriage is wrong. In fact, it is a stern belief of mine that any form of sexual intercourse is a sin. In fact even within the confines of marriage, and even for the sole purposes of procreation, sexual intercourse is a sin and will be punished by God with a long stay in the eternally damnable Hades. However, Komrade B has a bit more liberal of a view of sexuality, so I will let him get into the particulars of intercourse for those of you who can't remain virgins until death like I plan to do. For one intercourse is not to be enjoyed. There will be occaisions when your boyfriend will pressure you for certain favors. He won't come right out and say what he wants, but come on you a young intelligent girl of the 90's and you know what he wants. Just stray him away, read this article and realize you love yourself too much. Remember you were going to travel the world and be the greatest soccer player that ever lived, so right now you don't have time for boys. You only have time for you. Pleasuring yourself can be a beautiful experience, but is is wrong and is punishable by a life sentence in hell by Lord Darkenbeast himself. However, this experience can be so wonderful that it may actually be worth that infinite, painful experience. It is only rivaled by anal intercourse with another male, but that is far worse of a sin, so we all know which one is the wiser choice. Once you have administered exotic ritual on yourself, you might want to reach for your supply of Kleenex which should always be within arms reach, and wipe off your stomach and perhaps even your face. Then invite a friend over to your house and write an article while he puts his hands in his pants. Now you know about the do nots of sex it. Now it is time to prepare yourself for the demons of alcohol. The Neo-Comintern is littered with alcholics and we can't help but wonder if there was a zine in our youth to guide us to the pure way. Sure it is cool to drink lots and throw up. Or get incredibly drunk and wreck patio furniture, call your ex-girlfriend a dirty slut, and start a fight with some guy you came to the bar with. Then wander the streets and end up not knowing how you got home and wake in a pool of blood filled vomit. Sounds fun right? Wrong!! It was a horrible expirience and I hope not to repeat it. So when your friends take you to that party and offer you a drink politefully decline. It will keep you sharper when that 20 year-old guy tries to fuck you bare. Speaking about drinking, let's talk about smoking the herb. Blowing the reeds. It's an experience that most young people get into, and that is not necessarily a bad thing to experiment with, btu you know that it's a sin. I suppose that this type of sin has a broad range, becuase you can be an innocent young man with a Sucrets pipe and an elephant-head-bong, and you could still probably go to heaven. BUT, if you get arrested on charges of posession and traffiking, then you will probably get kicked out of your house and you and your black cat will have to look for a new place to call home. Speaking of violence. Its not a good idea. Its better to love then the fight. At the Comintern we fight all the time. In fact after the previous paragraph we had a brawl and BMC tore his pocket and is all mad, and upstairs changing. See my children violence does not pay and it doesn't resolve anything now instead of telling me its alright and loving me he will probably beat me with a stick instead and then nobody is happy. Remember it takes a big heart to forgive. Whatever is the most important to you is what you should pursue. Even if you fail horribly (as we have failed to send a positive message to the youth) you have tried your best and the youth has benefitted from the very real message of "keep it real." Hey young world it is all yours. The gin, the women, and the dreams. I dedicate this to Karli. We only hope that we could reach to her in a more profound way than could be possible with this mediocre article. It's the gg hypehn once again. This is dedis\cated to the young world. Always make the best out of what you have been given and never cheat youslf out of the virtues that fate has given you. We love you, Karli, so don't ever give your souil to the harsh stagnant world. Shotz goes out to the gangsta sound. Karli you are a bright star and have burnt so very bright for so very long. Unlike the bright sun that burns out fast and furious. You are a tender flower that will bloom year after year until you die, ehich will be a long time from now. in closing, karli, we would like to say that we love you and we would beat some guy'smotherfuckin ass if he ever laid a hand on you. You are solid gold. Remember your goals, and know that we believe in you. With patience and effort we know you will achieve all your goals, and when you have achieved success, we will be there to eat your food and sleep in your bathtub. *love* PEACE! Ahh, to forgive is a virtue, odO$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.odO$|$Obo.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$Obo ";P' THE MOOSE AND I d' by Gnarly Wayne ;P d'. .,;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;,"*,; I came home late one night from my job as a city planner to find Moose had been sleeping my bed. I was indifferent to this blatant lack of regard for human life, MY life. I looked at Moose, who, in turn, gazed back at me with his hollow, yet full of intelligence, eyes. I was captivated as I thought of what Moose must be thinking with his multi-faceted mind. As he blinked, my soul was torn in two. I cried out in terror as my being shattered into a million fragments. I was thrown clear into the ethereal plane. Through the misty whisps of reality, a giant Moose head appeared out of nothingness and continued to stare into me. I closed my eyes and began to breathe deeply and heavily. My being began to float up and away from the Moose head, who continued to stare at me with sad eyes. For all of Moose's powers, he could not vanquish my sorrow and dispair. A single tear fell from his unblinking eye and quickly created an ocean. I was suddenly swept up in the salty sea and began thrashing about in vain. Before I had begun to tire, I was washed up onto the beach. I coughed up water and struggled to get up and away from the incoming waves. Every time I neared the treeline, a wave crashed upon me and dragged me back out to the shore. I looked into the water and saw my own reflection. Behind my face in the reflection was Moose, forever accusing me of sins with his deep, whiteless eyes. I began to speak in an effort to redeem myself, but no words could come out. Moose hung his head in shame. I looked up towards the sky and screamed for as long as I could. The waves continued to rise as I screamed, eventually reaching my mouth and filling it with the saltly sea brine. Blackness quickly followed. I regained conciousness within my bedroom, still staring at Moose laying in my bed. As he got up, he looked at me and nodded his head ever so slowly. I watched as he dressed, packed his bags, and left out the door. Not a sound was uttered between us. As the door shut behind him, I managed to utter a small "Thank you". I never saw him again but in my dreams. odO$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.odO$|$Obo.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$Obo ";P' VOYAGE FROM ATLANTIS (chapter iv) d' by BMC ;P d'. .,;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;,"*,; When I awoke on the museum floor, still dizzy from the loss of blood, I was frightened to see that Komrade B was performing impromptu sugery on me. Need I explain the reason I have no faith in Komrade B's surgical skills? Let'm just say that the last time The Komrade performed surgery on me I had to stay in bed for seven weeks. I had only cut my finger, but he insisted on amputating my left arm. Of course, the bloody stump became infected when he didn't sew it up or even disinfect it, so I came very close to death. I was lucky, though, and after I was well enough to show signs of life the doctors of Atlantis sewed my arm back on (or maybe it grew back. I was delusional so it's hard to say for sure). And that was one of the more successful attempts Komrade B had made. Anyway, now we were in a room full of dead bodies, and we were a bit confused as to why we had just slain innocents for no apparent reason. Well of course we could not say why, but it was rewarding nonetheless, and we were now prepared to search out the evil King Proteus. We were so excited that we ignored the directives of our mission, jumped into our sub-water boat, and followed our map toward the Hard To Find City. If we were sucessful in infiltrating the Gutang stronghold, we would become educated in matters of fantasy warfare, and thus have a great tool in hunting and slaying King Proteus. odO$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.odO$|$Obo.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$Obo ___________________________________________________ |THE COMINTERN IS AVAILIABLE ON THE FOLLOWING BBS'S | |~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| | BRING ON THE NIGHT (306) 373-4218 | | CLUB PARADISE (306) 978-2542 | | THE GATEWAY THROUGH TIME (306) 373-9778 | |___________________________________________________| | Website at: http://members.home.com/comintern | | Email BMC at: thebmc@home.com | |___________________________________________________| odO$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.odO$|$Obo.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$Obo Copyright 1999 by The Love #76-09/17/99 All content is property of The Love. 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