°Û °Û ÞÜ ±Û °Û °Û ÜÛÛ ÛÜ ±Û ²Û°ÛÛÛÛß°Û ÜÜÜ ±Û ÜÜ ÜÛÛÛÜ°ÛßßßÛ°Û °Û ÛÛ ° ÛÛ±Û ±Û ÛÛ ±ÛÛßßßÛܱÛÛßß°ÛÜÜÜß °Û°ÛÛÛ ÛÛ ° ÛÛ±Û ±Û ÛÛ ±Û °Û±Û °ÛÜ °ÜÛßßÛ°Û °Û ßÛ ÛÛß °ÛÛÛ ßÛÛÜ°ÛßÛÛÛÛß±Û °ÛÛÛß°ÛÜÜÛ²°Û °Û Outbreak Magazine Issue #11 - Article 11 of 18 '~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~' **************************************** * GPC's Poetry Corner * * * * Written by GPC * * On 21:15 07/11/02 * * heelflip_the_biscuit_tin@hotmail.com * * * **************************************** Welcome to GPC's poetry corner where I enderver to show the effects of too much thought and not enough sleep / drugs. Here's a vaguely technology related poem although obviously, its open to interpretation, email me if you think it means something (or anything), it wud be interesting to hear. Data spirals forever, Ever increasing, Ever frustrating, Internal errors, Fuck with the minds, Of those not, Plugged in. Watch the blue bar, It almost made it, That time. Fatal errors, Of our minds. Don't connect, Don't give in, It'll kill you. Well there you go, it has no title and it has weird meaning but hey, you get what you pay for. Hmm, i think I'll give you another one actually, this, like the other one has no title but you might like it (if there's still anyone reading....) My own little world, The world being mine that I own. All alone, Lonely in this world. Come join me, Room for two. There being room for two, So we sat. The type of sitting, One would call standing, If one lived, In any other world. Of course I'm bored. The world being mine that I own, My own little world. Well there you go, email me at heelflip_the_biscuit_tin@hotmail.com if you have anything to say or even if you're just still reading this. Shout outs: Kleptic, Timeless, snadman, all at #outbreakzine and on DALNET, the 'Kru' (RIP), DADFAD, HMB, Spin and Shag, sitting_tree, DC guys and Michael Moore. Tune in next time, Same GPC time, Same GPC channel, Same GPC humour, Different GPC text file. Peace.