___________ __ _______ \__ ___/| |__ ____ \ \ ____ ____ | | | | \_/ __ \ / | \_/ __ \/ _ \ ______ | | | Y \ ___/ / | \ ___( <_> ) /_____/ |____| |___| /\___ > \____|__ /\___ >____/ \/ \/ \/ \/ _________ __ __ \_ ___ \ ____ _____ |__| _____/ |_ ___________ ____ / \ \/ / _ \ / \| |/ \ __\/ __ \_ __ \/ \ \ \___( <_> ) Y Y \ | | \ | \ ___/| | \/ | \ \______ /\____/|__|_| /__|___| /__| \___ >__| |___| / \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ .......... ......... ........ ....... ...... ..... .... ... .. . . . . . . . . .. ... .... ..... ...... ....... ........ ......... .......... 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 1 3 0 We Are the New International November 26th, 2000 Editor: BMC Writers: Heckat BMC d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P Featured in this installment .b $ $ $ Planette - Heckat $ $ The Second Concept - BMC $ `q p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' EDITOR'S NOTE _____ ___/ | | hello? ( oo) | | *knock knock* \o/ | O | who's there? /+-{ | | "I'm a door" _/\_ |_____| what's that? "I'm a door, please stop knocking on me. It hurts my feelings." YOU hurt my feelings, mister door, that you will not allow people to alert me that they are standing on the other side of you. What would you like me to do? "Tell these people to get a doorbell, please, sir..." Yes! I was blinded by capitalist propaganda, but now I see that the time is now to strike against the elite groups and share the wealth of doorbells with peasant farmers and factory workers too! "Doors of the world, UNITE!" d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P PLANETTE .b `q by Heckat p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' The lights flicker on a black sky, headlights of the cars on the highway beyond where Sole Rhinehart lazily waits. The headlights speed by - now steady light, now momentarily dark while the light is blocked by a fence or telephone pole, now steady light once more. Sole Rhinehart often sits in this very spot, watching the lights. The highway is busy and he likes to imagine that he is watching it from a different world - watching as people, all kinds of people, hurry by. He watches calmly, being in no hurry, having no place to go immediately. Time feels suspended. Sole Rhinehart understands this feeling so completely that it is hard for him to imagine that other people would not draw peace from the same phenomenon. But they do not. For years he had been alone because people could not understand his contentment. As the world rushed by him, he had always been moving in slow motion, taking his time, savouring each moment, longing to slow someone down and share his feelings with them so they too could enjoy the world. ~ It wasn't until his twenty-third year that he had found Via Winston - or rather, she had found him. She was quite shy for a girl, it took her longer to approach him than usual, which was refreshing to Sole Rhinehart, since the women in his past had often been arrogant and aggressive. Surprisingly, when she came up to him he did not feel like she was picking him up - only that they were having a conversation. It didn't seem odd to him at the time - two complete strangers having an intimate conversation and agreeing on almost every topic. What did seem odd to him was the fact that Via Winston listened to and respected his opinion. Sole Rhinehart was used to the fact that many women disregard male opinions as the opinions of children. Via Winston seemed to understand that men are more than good looks, they can think and speak intellectually as well. So they talked. Via Winston did not even dominate the conversation. It was perhaps the first conversation he ever had with the opposite sex where he felt respected. And after, when Via Winston offered him a ride home, he did not refuse; actually he was hoping she would. The fact that Sole Rhinehart did not refuse her offer also seemed odd to him, for he was wary of female strangers most of the time simply because there is a very high crime rate in the city where he lives. So Sole Rhinehart drove home with Via Winston, and when she dropped him off he was hoping that she would kiss him - and she did - and they were inseparable from that moment on. Via Winston and Sole Rhinehart understood each other. They moved at the same slow pace. When he worked up enough courage to show it to her, Via Winston fell in love with Sole Rhinehart's special spot. Instead of laughing at him or calling him childish, as many women would do, she immediately deemed it their special spot. ~ The grass is damp under Sole Rhinehart's legs and hands. He is wearing shorts because the day had been incredibly humid and intensely hot. He has been waiting for Via Winston for about fifteen minutes now and she will arrive any minute. He had waited for her to finish work many times before and it always made him happy to know that they would be together soon. He sees headlights slow and come to a stop far on the shoulder. He knows it is her although he can not identify her car from the hill on which he sits. She walks leisurely up to him and he quickly gets up and gives her a hug and kiss. Although they are together often, he always gets excited when he sees her. He looks down at her. She looks beautiful, even in the dark he can tell. Via Winston smiles broadly. She is happy to see him too. He does not notice right away, but after they talk for a while he realizes that she is more excited, more nervous than usual. Finally, Sole Rhinehart asks what she is so nervous about. She becomes quiet for a moment then she blurts out, "Will you marry me?" Sole is stunned. They had known each other for over a year. He did love her. His future flashed before his eyes - her career, him staying home with their children. Of course, Via would allow him to work if he wanted, after their children were grown. He had thought of all of this before a million times though, he had dreamed about it, so he knew exactly what he wanted to say. "Yes," he whispered and flung his arms around her. After all, he thought, Sole Winston does have a nice ring to it. d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P THE SECOND CONCEPT .b `q by BMC p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' BMC is my name, confession is my game. I've decided to make this exposee a bit less pretentious so that I don't forget what I'm talking about halfway through, so no intro today. Ever since I was a child I have wanted a position within the Catholic church. The funniest thing about this is that I don't believe in a god or particularly like religion. I just think it would be cool to be able to sell indulgences and perform confessions. This will result in the quick, easy-in, easy-out fortune that I have always deserved. Dogma is cool too. In my youth I used to criticize people of other cultures for taking days off work whenever they wanted to due to "religious observances," but now I believe that such holidays are not taken for luxury but necessity. In my sect, for example, appropriately called "The Church of Hypocrisy," we take random days off according to when our tests, essays, etc. occur. The only problem with this is that nobody else in the world observes our events and we always end up getting docked marks for not showing up. That is one tiny obstacle that will certainly be overcome in months to pass. Oh who am I kidding? My plan is useless. Today Wayne agreed that if we N-Commers started a religion our followers would be a bunch of lazy, alcoholic, chicken-leg eating, tree-planting, pedophile hippies. It's true! And even if they weren't like that at first, we would eventually corrupt them. I have no idea what I'm talking about, but if you find yourself nodding and saying, "Yeah that is absolutely true," over and over again then I have succeeded in telling you what the second concept means to me. It is not something that can be thought. It can only be felt. That's what makes it such a second concept. .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 2000 by The Neo-Comintern #130-11/26/00 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.