(~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~) (*) (*) * (*)~*~(*) HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #892 * 0 0 ~ 0 * ~ 0 0 ~* *~ 0 hOGS ~ "Ralph" ( 0*~*~*0 ( ) 0*~*~ oF ) ~ 0 0 ~ ~ 0 eNTROPY ~ by Hort (hort@hoe.nu) * 0 0 * * 0 * 11-7-99 (*) (*) ~ (*)~*~(*) (~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~) A small reflection hinted at the early morning sun off of Ralph's erect penis. Unknown to Ralph, this was the five hundreth time he had masturbated in his lifetime. Five minutes later, he was finished. A faint knock on the door and the muffled voice of his father reminded him that he was going to be late for the bus. Ralph did not often have a problem of being late for the bus. He rarely masturbated in the morning before school. He knew that if he hadn't done it this morning, he would probably end up doing it in the bathroom during class. It was one of those mornings. He had another dream about her. Don't worry, this isnt a mushy love story, just bear with me. Her name is Sarah. The dream he had was unlike any of the others. It consisted of only her face blurred slightly. It did not have a neck attached, which, at first sight, nearly made Ralph ralph, but he soon realized the beauty in it. Another knock and the sound of the doorknob turning made Ralph snap back from his daydream and dart across his room, deftly placing his hand across the opening door and the frame, preventing the door from opening. His other hand attempted to hold onto the towel drenched in semen, and managed only to spread a moderate amoung on his leg. "I'm coming," Ralph said nervously, "just give me a minute." "The bus is going to be here any minute." His mother had that tone in her voice that she alway had when telling Ralph to hurry up. Ralph knew very well that the bus still had at least 5 minutes before it reached his house. He had an excellent memory and knew approximately when the bus came in the morning. He planned on this when he made his decision to masturbate, however he did not plan on daydreaming. Feverishly attempting to find a dry spot on his towel, ralph cleaned himself off and spent the next minute deciding which of his black t-shirts were clean. He had worn one of them earlier in the week, but did not know which one, as his 'clean' and 'dirty' pile often intermixed. He picked the one that was on the bottom and grabbed his pitch black levis to accompany it. Finding both of this black shoes (can you see a pattern here?), he walked out to his livingroom to put them on. Ralph's family was not poor. In fact, they were considerably better off than they were only 2 years earlier. No longer did he have to rely on second hand clothes from his brother, who was nearly a decade older. He could now actually have some of his own. He did not have the pleasure of sitting on a torn green metal bondage chair to sit on next to the wood fireplace, he could now sit on the vent of their centrail air system. Ralph remembered the long cold nights during which he would sleep next to the fireplace just to keep warm. On a related note, Ralph's parents sold Ralph's computer for a cord of firewood. Ralph cried that night, but they were warm tears. Ralph walked out of the front door calmly as the large yellow bus pulled up omniously to his driveway. As usual, the mexican children who lived in the house next to his were already out waiting, chattering among themselves. One of the children was holding a boombox, the faint sounds of Kris Kross eminating from it. Ralph commonly waited inside for the last moment before walking outside. He had made the mistake of going outside to wait once, and had to sit there for an agonizingly long 2 minutes listening to the kids speak spanish and laugh giddly. Ralph was the last one onto the bus, having to wait for the especially obese mexican girl to climb the stairs that seemed just slightly too steep for her stubby legs. Any erotic sensations Ralph was having earlier were quickly quelled as he watched this disgusting display of humanity. Ralph wondered how, if her parents were this obese, were they ever able to reproduce, much less push something like her out. Ralph sighed as a bead of sweat appeared on the fat bean. As he finally reached the top of the stairs, the doors closed and wave of silence spread over the bus. The intense feeling of fear swept over Ralph as he walked forward in a daze. He looked from seat to seat, looking for an opening, praying to the god he didnt believe in that there would be a seat that was empty. He hated this part of his morning with a passion. If it wasn't 8 miles, he would walk to school. He looked left, seeing the two girls who were from the dairy down the road, both looking at him smugly, convinced in their own superiority. Ralph wondered how this could be, he was a good five years older than them. When there is that much of an age difference, there is no question of superiority. But nonetheless, they looked on his as if he was shit, in their infitile minds, wondering how he could be so pathetic and continue living. He looked right, seeing the innocent 2nd grader who was partially deaf and was forced to wear hering aids. In his heart, Ralph felt for this kid, as he must have a hard time being accepted. He must have even a more difficult time than Ralph making friends. The hearing aid boy was sitting smiling and talking to two kids sitting next to him, clutching his lunch bag as if it contained his last meal. He did not seem to have a care in the world. Ralph wished he could be like that again, but as he thought about it, wondered if he ever really was like that. It was all a blur. Looking further back Ralph noticed the sixth seat from the back on the right side was open. Ralph silently appreciated the fact that his house was early enough on the route that there were still seats available when he got on the bus. He quickly sat in it, and with amazing agility and speed, as if he had practiced the move most of his life, sunk down in it so that he would be invisible to anybody behind him. More importantly, he would be protected from any 'random' flying objects. He heard Brad, the buck toothed bully who was in a grade higher than him. Ralph never thought of him as a bully, but more, as an enemy. He was the third person Ralph hated in his life. Hate was a feeling Ralph would know very little of throughout his lifetime. Whether this is a blessing or a curse is debateable. Brad was bragging about his goat farm, as usual. Ralph grinned slightly as he considered Brad fucking his goats and being a despicable person. Ralph took comfort in knowing that if other people were as perverted as he, that he would never know. He oculd just assume they were and feel better about himself. Growing up in the country, Ralph was left to entertain himself often. Having the libido of a College sophomore, Ralph often 'experimented' with anything he could lay his hands on. From the horse's nose to his dog's mouth, Ralph stuck his dick wherever he could. It is amazing that it never got bitten or chopped off. It is also amazing that it hadn't dropped off as well. Ralph found himself staring at a hole in the cloth in the seat in front of him. The hole was big enough for his finger, so he put his finger in it. He felt around inside the seat for a while, then stroked his finger around the hole playfully. He looked at the strings of fabric jutting out of the hole, wondering how the string intertwined within, wondering if it would give him a paper cut if he ran his finger across it at the right angle. Ralph wondered if there was some way he could hide on the bus, so that after everyone got off, he could experiment with the hole. His mind played with this idea for the duration of the trip. As usual, Ralph was the last one off the bus. He never cared about being last, it meant that nobody was behind him in the line to get off. He walked into school, taking the back way; he would see few people going this way, even though it was further away from his locker. The familiar stench of the school hallways greeted him as he stepped inside. The low roar of students talking quickly followed the stench, offending his thoughts as much as his ears. He walked downstairs, the trip he took every day, yet it seemed it was no easier than the first. He walked past the weight room, hearing the blaring music from inside. They were playing a song by Pearl Jam. He liked the song himself, and, would compliment the person who chose it that morning. He then wondered what that person would say back to him. If that person would just think Ralph was trying to be cool and saying he liked rock music. Ralph walked on, looking at the ventilation shafts in the ceiling, admiring the beauty in them. Ralph walked up to his locker and dialed in his combination, looking around him between numbers to make sure nobody was watching. He opened it briskly and threw his backpack inside. He knew that the backpack would not take much more of this, and he would have to get another one. He despised getting new things, he despised anything that would be a change. He grabbed his first and second hour books and headed off to his first class. Ralph did not have an opinion about the day, in fact, he wasn't thinking about anything at the moment. He was pretty much running off of fear. Ralph sat down and stared at his desk. He continued to stare at his desk for the next 5 and a half minutes. He was doodling on his notebook, a pattern he once saw his brother draw nearly 7 years ago. he thought that pattern was neat, and had always wanted to draw something cool like that. As a result he had doodles this same pattern on his notebooks for the past three years. They all were pretty much the same, collections of polygons intertwined with eah other, not signifying anything. He thought being random and having random art was cool. He was awaiting the day someone would compliment him on his art, like he complimented his brother. The majority of his morning was spent doodling on his notebook. Ralph looked at his notebook and saw a penis. He quickly tried to cover up the shape which somewhat resembled a penis, but only succeeded it in looking like a pair of breasts. He drew a few more lines and saw in his chaos a vagina. Sweat started to form on Ralph's brow as he nervously tried to scribble some sort of nothingness into his erotic patterns. He looked around wondering if someone would turn and see his sick and perverted drawings, and scream out 'Ralph is a pervert!' or something equivelant. As the bell rang to go to his next class, Ralph breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed his books, making sure to cover the side of his notebook he was doodling on with another book. He looked around one more time to make sure nobody was watching him and filed out the door behind all the other students. His next class was with Sarah, and he walked straight there, fearing just to look at any of the leering faces in the hallway. Looking around, Ralph walked in the classroom, seeing a student from the previous hour being helped. He reflected on the fact that he never needed help; he was always the ideal student. He remembered most of the drivel that was taught long enough to pass a test given on it later. Ralph's biggest challenge in school was never the schoolwork, but rather surviving each day. He pondered how these people could survive being so stupid. They were all morons, with a few exceptions. He considered the exceptions his friends, although they were really nothing more than people who would actually talk to him for more than five minutes. Ralph never really had a concept of what a friend truly was. In all his past years, he rarely had a friend who would chat with him over lunch, much less do anything with him outside of school. Ralph's social life ended with the bell that ended each day at school. Ralph had never known anything better, and he was generally a happy person. Except for the occasional episodes of intense depression when he felt like hanging himself with a piece of dental floss. He walked back to his usual seat, being the first in the classroom as usual. All of the other students preferred to sit outside in the hallway and talk to their friends. Being the first in the class always gave Ralph time to think and it always kept anyone from taking the seat he claimed as his own. Sarah walked in the classroom, and Ralph couldn't help but keep his eyes off her. He looked at her cancerous lips and drooled. As the drool found its way from Ralph's chin to the top of his desk, he snapped out of it and wiped it up with his hand, and then dispensed of it on the side of his shirt. She sat in the seat next to him, and Ralph's heart skipped a beat. He stared straight ahead at the chalkboard, pretending not to notice her. He always did that, every morning. He would not even turn and smile. Had he turned and smiled, he probably would have shit his pants in utter fear. In fact, he did not say one word to her throughout the entire class. Ralph did not know any other way. Three hours passed. The lunch bell rang. Our hero Ralph walked outside to the parking lot, on his usual way to the school cafeteria. Two of the stoners in school called him over. Ralph once made the fatal mistake of lending one of these people money for pot. This made him a very valuable friend ever since. They invited Ralph to lunch, which mainly consisted of seeing how much weed you could smoke in thirty minutes. Deciding being trapped in a smoke filled car with four people was better compared to a cafeteria with four hundredm he joined them. As usual, Ralph sat in the back, calmly looking around as they drove to their secluded spot right outside of town. Ralph looked up at Cliff, who was driving. Cliff had long blond hair which was tied up behind his head in true hippie fashion. His eyes jutted out of his head, providing much speculation on what drove him to this particular recreation. The truth was, he was just too stupid to do anything else. Riding shotgun was Darren. Darren was as suave as he was cool. He had the same stature as Ralph, and was about as handsome. Ralph knew this, but for some reason, he could never quite figure out why Darren was so much more sociable than he. Ralph pondered if one day he could possibly learn how to treat people with such easy and be able to manipulate them as easily later in life. Next to Ralph sat Chris. Chris, much like Cliff, was pretty much too stupid to make a decision other than the one he had. Chris grinned a lot, and generally made stupid comments. Chris, unlike Cliff or Darren, knew precisely how stupid he was, and accepted it. They pulled up to their spot, and all got out of the car. Cliff ran to the edge of the hill and screamed, obviously rejoicing in the fact that he was about to get stoned. Darren calmly packed his pipe while Chris looked on anxiously, awaiting the delivery of promised goods. Ralph sat and watched as Darren preformed his act, calmly memorizing each move in case Ralph was asked to do it later. Twenty minutes passed. As Ralph walked across the parking lot, the bell rang which signified he was late for his next class. Ralph didn't care. He walked along, his stride slightly different because of the cramped erection he had. He could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against his zipper, and wondered why it did not hurt as much as he thought it would. He wondered if he was leaving and pre-cum on it, and if he would be able to unzip his pants later. He swiftly reached down inside his pants, grabbed his cock, and repositioned it so it wouldnt be as noticeable. Intense waves of pleasure shot up his spine as he ejaculated. He did not even break stride as he went straight for the bathroom. Inspecting the damage, he reached for a towel and tried to wipe off some of the semen that soaked the bottom of his shirt. He suceeded only in spreading it. Ralph tucked his shirt in, decided it was not noticeable, and went to his next class. Sitting listening to his English teach mumble on about the correct usage of "you're", Ralph wondered if anyone noticed the faint smell of dried semen coming from his shirt. He looked around nervously, seeing most everyone paying attention to the lecture. Despite that fact, he continued to look around. Almost feeling their eyes upon him, he started trembling. He continued to tremble for the rest of the afternoon. Ralph rode the bus home, as usual hiding deep within his seat. He occasionally got up and looked around, and seeing nothing of interest, went back to slouching down and staring out the windows at the passing livestock. He always wondered what a cow's rectum would feel like to his cock. He planned to find out as soon as he could. Maybe he could sneak out that night to go over to his neighbor's field.... (~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~) ( *(c) hOGS oF eNTROPY pRESS* HOE #892 ~ WRITTEN BY: HORT ~ 11/7/99 )