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P;P d' d'b.;P d' ,P ,P' db.,d' d'b ;P `q d' d' ;P';P `b' d' ;P ;P `bd' ;P d' d"""' ;P "q ;P `bd' `q d' ;P d' d' ;P d' d ;P `3. d' ;P d' d' `b d ;P `v `q d' `" `v `q d' `b .d&&&v&&&b.`v.d&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&bnd&&b.`v .d&&&&&&b.`b `&&&&&&&b. `b t h e n e o - c o m i n t e r n 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 8 4 WE ARE THE 5th INTERNATIONAL - LANOITANRETNI ht5 EHT ERA EW November 27th, 1999 - 9991 ,ht72 rebmevoN Editor: BMC - CMB :rotidE Writers: - :sretirW Gnarly Wayne - enyaW ylranG BMC - CMB d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P Featured in this installment .b $ $ $ Zinestar- BMC $ $ The Many Faces of The Atom- BMC $ $ Umar and Alfonso Meet Bzarhands- Gnarly Wayne $ `q p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' EDITOR'S NOTE When walking down the street two days ago I saw a face that looked very much like the face of Komrade B. It looked so much like him, in fact, that when I passed it I said "Hey Berry, how's it goin?" and he said "Pretty good, man!" Was it an angel? d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P ZINESTAR .b `q by BMC p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' Zinestar All concepts, coding and artwork (c) Wizard Games Welcome to the wonderful world of Zinestar. You have never seen anything like this before! We don't waste your money on fancy packaging or glossy advertizing... we won't insult your intelligence with childish graphic challenges... P.S. This game is shareware What is your alias? BMC what a crass name! You are doing NOTHING! What do you want to do? >Laze around for awhile Your friend asks if you would like some cannabis. Do you accept? >Yes The marijuana makes you feel at peace with the world. You are doing NOTHING! What do you want to do? >Write an article or novel >new article >Daley's Comet 24 track An engineer tells you to sod off! Production is taking longer than expected... What do you call the new article? The Many Faces of The Atom What an insightful name! Dodgy Sam says you must tour or you will go bankrupt. Do you accept his offer? >No DEATH THE ULTIMATE TRIP d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P THE MANY FACES OF THE ATOM .b `q by BMC p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' It is impossible to mess with it. It creates and destroys everything. It is more powerful than God, more respected than Jesus, yet slightly less popular than the Beatles. It is everyone's deepest fear and their most explicit sexual fantasy. It is as peaceful as sleep, yet as disturbing as a premature awakening to a fire alarm. It is so amazing that it can not be fully described from a technical perspective. It is the tree, it is the star, it is the blade of grass. It is MASTERBALL! Oh no wait, it is the atom. It makes up everything, yet it is nothing by itself. It is a single letter in a manuscript, a pixel on a screen, a speck of dust on a planet. It is a particle less than a speck of dust in the entire universe, but it is also every every particle, comprising every speck of dust and everything else as well. It is the common bond that comprises every human being. It is the soul. It is what makes us up, it is what leaves our bodies without our knowledge, and when it leaves it is replaced by more of itself. It is not only the Earth and the moon, but everything in between. When we see nothing we see the atom. When we look through the clear air, we are looking through atoms. Is this actually science? WOW. I guess it makes sense, but it's still kinda shitty if you ask me. I guess that for those of us who aren't sciencetists, science might as well be the popular religion of the day. I have never seen any proof of any of this stuff, but I really want to believe in my friend the atom. SOmebody has got to show me one of those microscopes that you can see atoms with sometime. Then they will have to prove to me that the machine works and that what I'm looking at is actually an atom. And then they have to convince me that my eyes are not decieving me and that I am actually standing in the room with them and looking through the microscope. I just have to make sure it is reality and not an illusion, dream, fantasy, or something else. That's all I ask! Ok, that's pretty much all I ASKED for... until last Thursday. This guy told me (and I won't reveal his name because he is a former Nazi war criminal) that there is only one atom, and it whips around the whole universe and comprises everything! Apparently is works the same way as it does in the comic book where the superb hero is able to run to the other side of the room fast enough that he can beat the speed of light and look at the reflection coming from where he was standing. So now it turns out that there is this one over-worked atom just zipping all over the damn place and doing all the work! The guy had some good points, but I don't remember them. You'll just have to trust me on this one. So where does that leave us with the atom? The acknowledgement of this damn atom means that the sun, the earth, the people, the plates, the stove, the face, the second face, and hickory sticks are all made of this one stupid particle! So if that is all we are, what fucking difference does it make if some girl gets pregnant, if some team wins a sporting event, or if people live or die? It's just one stupid atom anyway. You know what? I don't care anymore. I'm sick of microanalyzing things, cause this is where it leads every single time without fail. Nihilism. If you have been paying close attention to what you have been reading, you are probably feeling pretty crappy right now too, so I'll end this article off with a little song to cheer you up. Chimes, chimes, chimes, chimes, 1, 2, 3. Chimes, chimes, chimes, chimes, will you marry me? Paix! Hey, I just thought of something else. Even though atoms give us all that crappy stuff like close relation to all physical objects and a sense of nihilism, they also work with lots of life after death theories. The notion of a soul seems to work because your essence, your atoms, continue to exist forever. In that sense, we are all immortal. Reincarnation also works, because all of the atoms that we lose eventually become part of other organisms. Those are two beliefs that I have heard of, and it seems logical for me to believe in them now tha I believe in atoms. That cheers me up a bit. If anyone wants to discuss atoms with me, I will be availiable (in some form or another) until the end of eternity, so drop me a line. d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P UMAR AND ALFONSO MEET BZARHANDS .b `q by Gnarly Wayne p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' One day as Alfonso was fixing rain barrels (and some of them still had rain in them.... what a nut!), Umar came over with a whole truckload of illegal drugs. "Yo, Al, Can I Start This?", he said. "Doo dat shit, phukk dat beetch.", replied Alfonso. After doing two rain barrel bowls worth of various drugs, they started feeling good. "Man, I need another toke for my third eye", said Alfonso. "Why oh why?", Umar giggled uncontrolably. They both heard a knock on the door, but the signal from their brain to their legs was taking a really long time. The knocking continued however. After a couple more knocks (and 1 scream) the door suddenly blasted into 3 large fragments and from the dusty entranceway stepped in a man. Named Bzarhands. "Hey, guys.... what up?", he quipped. "Druuuuugggggs", slurred Umar. "Druegars!?!?!?? HERE?!?!?!?!", shrugged Bzarhands. Flames spew forth from his hands as he took off in a cloud of fire and ash. He flew around the ceiling light for awhile cause he thought it was the moon and that's how he navigated at night. But he ran into the fridge and flopped on the floor for awhile. Umar and Alfonso laughed. Me too. THE END Buy my baking soda! .d&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&b. ___________________________________________________ |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 | |___________________________________________________| .d&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&b. Copyright 1999 by The Neo-Comintern #84-11/27/99 All content is property of The Neo-Comintern. You may redistribute this document, although no fee can be charged and the content must not be altered or modified in any way. Unauthorized use of any part of this document is prohibited. All rights reserved. Made in Canada.