[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS] ==== ======== ============ ================ ==================== ======================== ======================== ======================== ======================== ======================== =========================== =============================== The moment =================================== We've all been waiting ======================== ========== For. ==================== ========== ================ ========== Yes, it is here. ============ ========== ======== ========== The defecation ==== ========== Has been spread about. ========== ========== Fetus Yet Lives. ========== ========== ..... . . ...... .... ========== ::::::: :: :: :::::: :::::: ========== :: :: :::: :: :: ========== ::...:: .::::. ..::.. ::.... ========== ::::: :: :: :::::: ::::: ========== ========== ______________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________________________ ____________============::___________________Wakka-wakka June Bug.____________ _________==================::_________________________________________________ ________=======::_____=======::____Awaken from darkness and experience the____ ________=======::________===::____________________Anarchy.____________________ _________=======::_________________________Mooch my white ass if you__________ ___________========::________________do not bask in the Splendor of Fetus.____ _____________=========::______________________________________________________ _______________==========::______===::________________________===::___________ __________________=========::____===::________________________===::__==::_____ _____________________========::__===::________________________===::_==::______ __________===::_________======::_=======::___====::___====::__=======::_______ _________=======::____======::___========::_==::==::_==::==::_===::_==::______ ___________===============::_____===::_==::_==::==::_==::____ ===::__==::_____ _____________===========::_______===::_==::__====::___====::_ ===::___==::____ ______________________________________________________________________________ Kind of blinding? Well for those of you with quadfocals, that's "Shock". Toxic Shock. Toxic Fucking Shock. Has a nice ring to it. It's also safe for the environment. And for those of us who prefer the traditional: . .:::::. .::::::::. ...:::::::::... :::::::::::: ..:::::::::::::::::.. ::::: :::: .::: ::::::: :::. :::::. : :: ::::: :: :::::::. : ::: : :::::::::. ::: :::::::: ::: ::::: ::::: : :::: ::::: oxic :::......:::: hock .:::::::. ::::::::::: ::::::::::: ::::::::: We can only be reached at one and only one place and time: Centre of Eternity 615/552.5747 Odd punctuation. 40 megs, lots of files. HEADQUARTERS OF TOXIC SHOCK. Also scream into: Tudor Nightmare Village 615.928.6071 3/1200 baud Now piss off! Let's finish this humongous intro to the file itself! @@@@@@@@ @ @@@@@@@@ @ @@ @@ @@ @@@@@@ @@@@@@@ @@ Yes, the @ symbol stands @ @@ @@ @@ for a curly pile of @@@@@@@@ @@ @@ @@ Dog Excrement @@@@@@@ @@@@@ @@@@@@ New and improved! @@ @@ @@ @@ @@@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@@ Economy-Sized! @@ @@ @@ @@ @@@ @ @@@@@@@ @@@@@ @@@@@@@ Tastes great! @@@@@@@ @@ @@ @@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@@ Less filling! @@@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@@ @@@@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@@ @@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@ @@ @@@ Put on pounds but @ @@@@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @ keep away the calories! @@ @@@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@@@@@@ @@ @@ @@@@@@@@ @@ @ It's MMM MMM GOOD! (Kinda like Roach Juice) AND LIKE IT! _ _ // ((______)) // \ / No. It's not a goat head. // Mr. Ed Lives. \ / It's my dog Biff with // \ / curly ears. // He has his own TV series. \/ // // They call it The Arsenio Hall Show. // _____________________________________________________________________________ | _________________________________________________________________________ | | | | | | | ATTENTION K-MART SHOOPERS: | | | | | | | | THERE IS A BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL IN THE MAXI PAD DEPARTMENT. | | | | | | | | AND NOW FOR THE 1990 PMS AWARD-WINNING | | | | | | | | *)> FEATURE PRESENTATION <(* | | | |_________________________________________________________________________| | |_____________________________________________________________________________| Toxic Shock's 50th File TOXIC SHOCK'S 50TH FILE I can't get any fucking louder To proclaim our enlightening call from Fetus (Actually I can but you don't deserve it.) MEET THE TOXINS Toxic File: #50 Written by Gross Genitalia, with help from Fetal Juice and Bloody Afterbirth. Title (the preceding 7747 bytes of humongous bullshit) by Gross Genitalia. Blame it all on him. Also compiled by Gross Genitalia. Hey, blame it all on him. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ((____))((____))((____))((____))((____))((____))((____))((____))((____)) \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= Well, in case you haven't guessed it already, this is the Toxic Shock number 50 file! Whoopie shit! Why the big deal about #50? What's so special? Nothing. Absofuckinglutely nothing. Just felt like causing a big commotion. Fetus has inspired us all. Sit back, grab a glass of afterbirth beer, and enjoy the file. It is a conglomeration of works done by Gross Genitalia and the other Toxins for the occasion, and they go in no particular order. Quite a bit of time and work have gone into this, so hail to Fetus and rejoice in manual abortion. Since Toxic Shock was called together by Fetus Almighty in mid-fall of 1989, we have produced approximately 54 files. And yes, that means that this file was released after file 54. What the fuck do we care. King Diamond of Centre of Eternity kept the #50 slot open for us so we filled it with a short message for all of you. Toxic Shock officially started with 5 members. There were the current three plus Tasty Abortion and Twisted Testicles. Prior to file #16 or so you will find some works by these two, and they are listed as Followers of Fetus. Due to inter-group "differences", and complete lack of contribution, they were removed with little hope of returning. But that's of no consequence, and none of your business, so let's move along. We've made all the introduction we need to, so without further bullshit of introduction, we'll head into the material of the file. FINALLY! =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= Toxic Greets go out to: King Diamond, Highlander, Mephisto, Phoenix, Cronus, Greystorm, Badger, Awesome Bill, Ogg-Man, Prophets of Cow, The Dirts of COE, The Dirts of TNV, and all the Anarchist Nonconformists in the audience. Oh SHIT! Toxic Shock made GREETS! Whew! Glad that's over with. Shit. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= . .:::. .::::::. ..:::::::.. :::::::::: ..:::::::::::::.. :::: :::: TS Presents: .::: ::::::: :::. ::::. : :: ::::: :: ::::::. : ::: : :::::::. Proclamation of Fetus ::: ::::::: ::: :::::: A Segment of ::::: : :::: Toxic File #50 ::::: oxic :::.....:::: hock .:::::::. :::::::::: ::::::::::: :::::::: There stood yonder on the Mount of Seminal Fluid three of a group of powers. These were the three destined to be proclaimed the Followers of Three by the entity himself. And lo Fetus Almighty sent down a bolt of lighting which did shake the ground about, and thunder rumbled throughout the heavens. The voice of Fetus boomed with awesome power among the Three of the Mount. "O yonder three, ye stand in mighty power. Since my victory over Coathanger the Aborter, I have sought for those of wisdom and power to carry out my humble creed. Go, you three, unto all nations and oversee the abortion of fetuses, and by my call bring them to me so they might serve me." The three hailed the voice, and went among nations of men. They performed manual abortions on pregnated women. The fetuses were yet taken to Fetus Almighty, and in splendor and virtue they were cast back among men to eat human flesh and brains and entrails all as delicacy in the Eyes of Fetus and of The Three Followers. And Fetus the Destroyer and Almighty Aborter proclaimed that These Three be diefied, and made Followers of Fetus. Their Names of Men were discarded away into the darkness, and new titles were assumed. And lo the first to step forward to the Womb of Fetus possessed a golden flask of blood-laden liquid. He cast it forth on the ground before Fetus, and Fetus spoke. "O my faithful follower, you have shown well. Go now, and assume a name of proud, a name of Bloody Afterbirth." The next to walk before the Mighty Fetus held in his hands the torn genitals of Man. He laid them down on a sheet of gold in front of Fetus. "Very well My Follower. Thou shalt return to thy service, dubbed Gross Genitalia." The third of the Followers stepped up to Fetus. He carried in his unearthly hands an entire Womb of Woman. Within could be seen a fetus. The Follower cast the womb down at the feet of fetus, and it splattered. The fetus was absorbed into the Body of Fetus. The amniotic fluid exploded into a bright vivid array of colors, and they shone brightly upon the face of the Follower. "Ah, my faithful one. The amniotic fluid of the Womb which thy carried have pleased me greatly. Go now, Fetal Juice, and return to earth." As the Follower was pulled through a tunnel of light he heard the sounds of a movie theatre, and the sounds which did he hear were "Fetal Juice Fetal Juice Fetal Juice!" With this the Follower dubbed Fetal Juice spun around and out from the tunnel of Fetal Light and stood in the attic of an old house. His work would continue by haunting the soul of a dead pregnant woman. He was destined to take the immortal fetus and sacrifice it to Fetus, and Fetus would yet keep it as a reserve Follower, for when another was chosen for the Call of Follower, so would existence be through this immortal deity. And lo the Followers of Fetus did have sovreignity over the fetuses of the Earth. The Proclamation of Fetus shall be with thee always. So be it. (c)1990. A transcription of the Words of Fetus. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= Ever notice as you drive down the interstate there's a bunch of trashbags at the side of the road, or partially IN the road? So many people dump bags full of trash, especially leaves, grass clippings, and other foliage, just off on the side of the road. Most people brush by these with no other thought. But have you ever thrown a trashbag out onto the road, filled with a cinder block or two? And like, sat around and watch some innocent soul drive along and HIT IT, assuming it to be a bag of trash? And like, their whole fucking transmission gets RIPPED OUT and strewn all over the road? Don't assume anything. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= SPLENDOR OF THE MEADOW By Gross Genitalia ---------------------- The beauty is abound In the purplish haze The mist settles gently In these joyous days. A bird flys ahead To the north and then some And communist leaders Lick truckloads of cum. The flowers are blooming There is not a care And a wild jackrabbit Nibbles on pubic hair. The dew-laden grass rises In a meadow of splendor In view of a pussy So dripping and tender. Sun rising to the sky The babbling brook laughed As a fox with a grin sat On George Bush's shaft. When life springs abound With much sound to be made The male species hunt Longing to get laid. A hill protrudes eastward A large marvelous mass A mural of enormity Like Barbara Bush's ass. The nights are so peaceful The days are like heaven I'll pick up a condom At the 7-11. A great work of craftsmanship Like a stained-glass door A person could sleep peacefully With a bedraggled whore. With nothing but perfect The countryside lit I look at this splendor And don't give a shit. (c)April 25, 1990. By Gross Genitalia =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= I thought it only fitting and proper to have a short autobiography of myself here, at least, a somewhat TRUE autobiography. Every good thing deserves a little bullshit. Profile: Gross Genitalia ======================== Hello assholes. I don't think it's any concern how old I am, what I look like, where I've attended schools and shit. I rarely do dope and drink occasionally. You couldn't guess that from my personality I suppose. Family? They've fucked my life up. I have a sister that I think has helped me greatly and kept me fucked (no, get your minds out of the gutter loser perverts!), but Bloody Afterbirth practically hates her. I really haven't been so damned demented until I met Fetal Juice and Bloody Afterbirth. I suppose those talks with Bloody for 6 to 7 hours straight, up to 4:45 (remember that one?) in the morning have warped my mind a little bit. I don't really think it's proper to get too personal about anything, that takes away from the spice and keeps yer ass hanging, like a turd hanging from a baby's ass. Heh heh... I like everything from metal to punk to alternative... I hate pop rock and I will personally rip the scrawny balls off every member of New Fags on the Cock, or New Queers on the Rocks, or however you choose to call them. I hate them and they better look out for me and I imagine Bloody and Fetal Juice too, we're going to kill all of those high-pitched fags who have no manhood waiting for them. I hold a personal taste for Enya. Go out and buy the tape. "Orinoco Flow" is a fucking awesome song. I swear it must conatin subliminals. Nice stuff to cool off with. Ever heard the Ozark Mountain Daredevils? Good group. "Jackie Blue" is a killer song. I have found an excellent drink mixer is to take a big glass of Daire lemonade (you know, the shit in a carton), add about 1/4 as much, proportionally, of Realemon (the ONLY kind!) lemon juice, and a tablespoon and a half of sugar. You must have everything in proportion, and keep adding lemon juice until the shit really bites ya when you swallow it. Once you've got a good mix, add as much vodka, PGA, Bacardi, and Toxinade (see the recipe in this file) as you want. Got lemon schnapps? Throw some in... just a little added touch from my gourmet self! Bud and maybe Michelob Dry are the only things I'll touch today, because I think beer sucks to begin with. I hate wanna-be teenagers who think it's something to get some beers from big brother and go get buzzed on a Friday night. Either go for the hard shit and get totally fucking wasted (but no puke-and-passout, that's bullshit) or else stay home and whack off to a Care Bears Movie. I am personally sick of hearing people praise the IBM computer family. FUCK YOU COMMUNIST BASTARDS! Sure they're okay game machines, but stay your arrogant noses outta my way and quit telling me to "go IBM". Fuck you, I'll do whatever in the FUCK I please. I have an Apple //e with 512k of memory and a 40 meg hard drive. I'm satisfied with what it does damnit. Wouldn't mind having an Amiga 3000 with about a 4 gig drive but what the fuck, I've got what I've got and I'm proud. In this area only Pizza Hut and Little Caesar's have the decent pizza. There's a few local joints that have some pretty decent pizza and food and shit but Pizza Hut Cheese Lovers with Beef, nothing else, is very damned good. Little Caesars is okay but last time I ate there I got so fucking sick I had to write a sick file to go along with it, can't remember which one. Only electronics-related job I've had was at a computer store which went fucking bankrupt, leaving me out of work, but I did manage to pull out several pieces of equipment and software, and this Apple //e right here, a complete system. How's that for efficiency? I mingle in pyrotechnics a little, nothing really major. I usually get my shit by the five-finger discount method from college chem labs. I recently acquired some zinc dust and a shitload of iodine crystals. Made some really good ammonium tri-iodide crystals yesterday. Think I'm gonna give some to innocent school-children to go and do some minor anarchy work in our local fascist school system. I have acquired a rather extensive array of lab equipment from one of the local schools by a similar method described above. I call Centre of Eternity regularly (I can afford calls always, know what I mean?!), although not too often do you see me as Gross Genitalia. Hidden identity has a thing with me. Same goes for the other members. COE stocks all the Toxic Shock files and they appear there first, as it is our HQ. There's not much more to say to you lumps of shitty mummified roadkill juice, other than have a rotten fucking day and see you on COE! That's the only place you can get ahold of me so until then, piss off! =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= . ..... .:::::. .:::::::::. Toxic Fucking Shock Presents .:::::::::::::. :::: :::: ::: ::::: ::: ::::: : : ::: : :::::: "I Ponder This State" ::: :::::: ::: : ::::: A Segment of ::: :::....::::: File #50 .:::::. ::::::::: ::::::: ::::::: By Gross Genitalia I sit here and wonder how it would be if chaos ran rampant. We could dine on afterbirth and fetus soup, and perform oral abortions. How excellent it would be if we owned powerful machine guns and grenade launchers, and could blow the fuck out of every loser on every board, making a global effort to annihilate the schmoos. Wouldn't it be fun to rip the flesh off fetal pigs, and set goat's milk on fire on top of a flaming dog? And all the while, I wonder what it would be like to run butt-naked down a long street everyday, shouting obscenities and blowing mailboxes away with machine-gun BB gun? Or what it would be like to rape the most beautiful bitch you see in the mall, on a bench in front of Sears? I ponder these things, and enjoy the pleasure which they bring. I often contemplate taking a long black dildo and ramming it up some fine bitch's ass, ramming it in and out, pushing her to pain and ecstacy, her hands bonded to a wall and her feet likewise, and practice sadism and masochism. I would then throw her on a waterbed, find her G spot, and give it to her good. Oh! At the pleasure she would get! The bitch would be more than willing to do whatever I asked, and the bitch would become my slave. She'd do all the housework and most of all, she'd be my sex slave and we'd fuck often. Oh! At the life that would bring! I wonder what these things would be like in an absence of law. A state of TRUE communism could be reached, and mind you, communistic Soviet Union and China is NOTHING near the true literary meaning of a communist state. Life would be peaceful, a recreation of medeival times. There would be no rich, no poor, no social and statistical grouping. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Or only true work would be to keep together, live together in peace, a global feeling of love and warmth. But fuck that, anarchy would bring about a state of chaos, theft of explosives, and terrorism beyond belief. The tension brought about by constant fear for your life and the striving to be in anarchial power makes for some AWESOME sex. It makes a man wonder if such a state would allow us to swipe chemicals from a college chemistry lab all the more easier. If you see someone coming after you, telling you to stop and drop the chemicals, turn around and shoot the fucker! No security guards, law would have no place in enforcement. If it comes to a gun duel between you and the chemistry teacher, so be it. Prevail, and get all the chlorates and perchlorates and iodine crystals you want. Get aluminum dust and nitric acid and sulfuric acid by the gallon. Steal potassium chloride and lead acetate to poision and kill people that stand in your way of terrorism. Get phenol and toluene and glycerine by the truckloads. Blow up the fucking place when you've taken what you needed and go home and build fucking BOMBS. With all your arts carried out in this complete state of anarchism, terrorism, and "do whatever-the-fuck you want to"ism, I ponder the structure and methods abound in a world where we fear for our lives. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= "1-900-4-FUCKUPS" : FUN WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S PHONES By Gross Genitalia I found a rather interesting little number a few weeks ago. No, it's not the forementioned number in the title, but one that truly shocked me. It Toxic Shocked me. HAH! JOKE. HUMOR. LAUGH. With the bringing about in popularity of 900 numbers, I thought to myself how truly ridiculous they were, and still ARE. I couldn't believe someone would pay to call up an answering machine and listen to a stupid message. Some even $2 for the first minute, and maybe 50 cents to a dollar for each additional minute? And then I saw one for about $5.95 per call. It was for people with bad credit ratings, and you could get your VERY OWN (oooh gee!) VISA card. That blew my mind. Some months later I saw an ad for a similar credit card company, and the call costed $19.95! Damnski, twenty bucks for a 1-900 phone call? SHIT! Things had gotten much worse since the 900 number introduction, and their soon-to-follow craze. You would be sent a huge list of credit companies that issued cards to customers with bad credit history. That stunned me, and I wrote the number down with deviousness in mind. And then I was truly Toxic Shocked (more HUMOR. LAUGH.). Within the SAME WEEK, I saw a similar advertisement from a different company with an even bigger list. And the cost for the call? You expect about $30? That's huge! No! $40? Shit! No! it was FIFTY FUCKING DOLLARS! That's the number of this file! Whoopie shit! But FIFTY DOLLARS for a PHONE CALL? HAHAHAHAHA! 1-900-860-5005 is a $50 call. Go to your local high school, university, most hated business, neighbor's phone, etc. etc. etc. etc. and you can guess the rest. Repeating: That's 1-900-860-5005. At the time of this writing, the number is valid because the commercial is still running. Who knows what will happen to it years down the road. I hope it will be there for a mighty long time. Terrorize everyone you hate. Tell all your friends at school that this is a new keen-0 k-rad Gnarly k00l hotline for New Fags on the Cock. They all LOVE them and will call immediately. HAHAHA! What a surprise. I don't have the $19.95 number anymore, but why would you need it when you've got a FIFTY DOLLAR NUMBER? Have fun. Happy hell-wreaking. -Gross Genitalia. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= THE ATTACK OF THE DISMAL CLITTORIS ---------------------------------- O hail to the almighty Clitorris O stand in its awesome power. It jumped off her cunt while she was taking a shit. A deity is the splendorous clit O how I would like to get ahold of it It's not really something to be fucked with. Bring power from the clit of dispair Its pinkish flesh covered with hair. Gee, I'd sure love to eat it. The clittoris hangs low with distress. Its tenderness I long to caress. Alas in dismay it eats off my genitals. O behold the dingy dismal clittoris It may strike thy phallus without warning. You might need a French tickler or hand cream. The clit will prevail in its battle Attacking thy manhood with valor. Although it's rather pissed and it might eat your shit. What's this you ask? Why, a clit attack me? It could really destruct your sperm ducts, you see. Do not agitate the dismal mighty clittoris juice. Dementedness, purposelessness, lots of ness you think But without a proper wash, your clit O Shall Stink! Eat my ass hairs raw, and drink tequila with clit. Hark! The clitorris attacks my penis! Its depression is winning my rock! I will fight with the Acid of Urine! Only a contraceptive can fend off the power A rubber will cover your sheath. Whatever you do when the clit attacks, don't swallow your false teeth. The clittoris PULSATES, love thrusts ENGULF your COCK! And just when you think your almighty orgasm ends, The Attack of the Dismal Clitorris begins. (c)April 1990, Gross Genitalia of Toxic Shock. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= The following "poems" are from a demented friend of mine. I found them particularly Toxic and interesting and am dying to share them with you. -Gross Genitalia SHE WANTS IT ============ Hey, man... watch out for my feet - Ya goin too fast. Just put the pizza down and come over here. I've got a piece of advice for you. Take the skate board out of my ear - Yeah, quit that. See that blonde over there? She WANTS me. Yeah! Yeah, man... she wants it. You KNOW she wants it. She wouldn't be OUTSIDE if she didn't want it. So WHAT if she's your mother - she STILL wants it. Now go eat some more pizza. And watch out for my feet. Your mother wants them, too. GALS AND GUYS ============= Like those that came before you, And those who chase after you, You take great pleasure I'm seeing a vast empire crumble to dust in your wake. And, as expected, your enemies are not solid, And they break apart on sight, Thus being dragged down and wrent asunder By the weapon of insanity That you have labeled as womanhood. Now come here and blow me. BIG PICNIC ========== Ah, the grass, the tress, the sky... The red and white checkered blanket... The neato wicker basket... The way Debbie'a boobs shudder when I - Hey, come back here with my watermelon. FLOWER THIEF ============ Aha! There he is, Jim... Looks to me like he's going... for the petunias! Come with me now - as we watch him from afar! See him pick the delicate buds from Their comfortable moorings as I scream That my name is Biff! The flowers captivate me. They catch me naked and call their friends. =============== Well that's all he's given me so far. Maybe I'll get some more from him and release them in a later Toxic file. He's a pretty trippin person and would probably make it to Toxinhood... ...had he a computer and modem. (c)1990 by a friend of Gross Genitalia's. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= THE ANTHEM OF FETUS ------------------- This anthem should be sung to the United States national anthem, the improperly named, The Star Spangled Banner. ------------------- O say can you see? Up a uteral tract What so proudly we hail, When we see a dead fetus. Whose broad head and small hands Do wreak havoc on Men O'er the Earth we do watch Fetus Almighty take power. And the abortion clinics Coathangers taking lives And dedicating them To the Almighty Fetus O say does that afterbirth make you Want to eat a slimy fetus? O'er the Realm of Fetus, Lord! We Followers do give our lives. (For the after-effect of this song, fetuses should be hurled into the air in great number, each of which should be loaded with a timed explosive charge for a nice "fireworks" effect.) (c)1990 Toxic Shock. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= Yo yo yo all you fab life-fucker-uppers, here are some people to prank! If you're long distance, no need to worry, call them once and hang up... doing this 50 times... per minute! 502-753-3425 502-753-9574 615-647-8019 615-477-8661 615-648-1209 615-648-1506 615-358-2111 615-358-2590 =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= AMMONIUM TRI-IODIDE These babies have been around for years. Everyone knows how to make them. Just to refresh your memory, I'll include MY way so FUCK YOU. Ammonium Nitrogen Tri-Iodide crystals are made from PURE iodine crystals. This means you pansies can't go to K-Mart and buy iodine bottles and blow yourself up. The iodine bought in that form is just a small bit of iodine dissolved in usually a 40% solution of alcohol and some other shit. Go into your local black college (oooh discriminant!) or some other cheap fucking joint, and swipe some iodine. Go to the chemistry labs and sneak in. Go sometime when high school competitions are being held (such as speech tournaments) or when weekend classes are going on. You can usually find everything useful to the common explosive producer, and the chemicals often sit on shelves or in cabinets with no locks. Everything can be had here. ALL your potassium and sodium compounds, mercury in all forms, nitric and sulfuric acid, phenol, lead compounds, powdered metals, all explosive liquids, and especially your iodine crystals. Get whatever you want, put them in a backpack, and walk out of the building. Take the attitude as if you were a lost college freshman. Safe stuff. Next is the ammonia. In your lab raid get some ammonium hydroxide. This can be used to make super-sensitive crystals. Such crystals are known to go off when they are breathed upon. If you aren't into suicide, hop over to Kroger's and pick up some Bright Clear Household Ammonia. This will do. Get two glass jars or coffee cans. Last batch I used a glass jar for soaking and a plastic cup for collecting the waste liquid. It doesn't matter a fuck. Take a spoonful of iodine crystals and place them in the first jar. They need not be crushed, although some files will say crush them. Don't. Pour in enough ammonia to cover the crystals. Be sure to be outside when performing these operations because the ammonia fumes can fuck your senses pretty bad. It's overpowering. Be sure to wear some sort of gloves (latex, lambswool mittens, etc.) as you don't want any of this shit on your skin. Allow the crystals to soak in the ammonia for a few hours to allow the sediment to settle. Perhaps you could whip up a batch at sunset and allow them to soak outside overnight. Don't soak them any longer, they'll end up shitty and less effective. Your best bet it to let them soak for two or three hours, shaking the jar occasionally, or stirring the mixture with something DISPOSABLE (in other words, not your finger!). Set up the second jar to collect the waste by folding filter paper and placing it in a funnel over the jar. You all know how to fold filter paper, I trust. Use a coffee filter or steal some filters from the chem lab you raided. Scrape the wet crystals off of the filter paper. Don't touch the brown parts or your hands will look like shit, literally. If you happen to get some on you like I did, wash your skin thoroughly, vigorously, and most of all, IMMEDIATELY, with warmish water and soap for a couple of minutes. If you do not, steal some photographic hypo (sodium thiosulfate, get it from the lab!) and wash the stains in a strong solution of the stuff. Be sure to wash you skin off after washing with the solution. Place the wet crystals on a paper towel to dry, or more preferably, on their destination site of detonation. It's not wise at all to move a completely dry crystal to the detonation site. Don't handle a dry crystal. Once they are dry, they should dentonate by someone walking on them, when a door is slammed on them, etc. etc. you get the point. To test them, wear some eye protection and grab a hammer. Place a crystal on a hard surface and strike it. See what happens. If you use pure ammonium hydroxide, be SURE to wear ear protection and a bomb-blast suit. An extremely small amount will make a nice cracking sound when detonated. Anything larger...use your own descretion, only you know how much you value your life. You can come up with your own uses. I know ammonium tri-iodide crystals have been discussed in every file known to man, but here's a rather simple method. All your equipment can be successfully stolen..er.."borrowed". Here are some of the chemical equations: ------------- Iodine and Ammonium Hydroxide >>>>> Ammonium Ammonium Nitrogen Water Iodide Tri-Iodide 3I + 5NH OH ----> 3NH I + NH NI + 5H O 2 4 4 3 3 2 ------------- Detonation: Ammonium Nitrogen Tri-Iodide >>> Iodine, Nitrogen, and Ammonia 2NH NI --------> 3I + N + 2NH 3 3 2 2 3 ------------- Equations borrowed from Pyro Book I: "Contact Explosives" for purposeless use. Enjoy, blow yourself up, reincarnate, and be aborted for Fetus Almighty. -Gross Genitalia =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= THEME TO THE TOXINS Sung to the tune of the Flintstones, of course. ----------------------------------------------- Toxins...meet the Toxins...they're some really space-out anarchists. When you're...near the Toxins...they'll rip your balls off if they get real pissed. Fuck with us...and your fucking ass is dead, Cause we'll...make a dinner from your head. Toxins...meet the Toxins... You'll have a really mother-fucked...up...time! ANOTHER TOXIC THEME Sung to the tune of the Addams Family ------------------------------------- They have no real objectives...they don't use contraceptives With roadkills they're selective They're Toxic Fucking Shock! Buh-da-da-dum Buh-da-da-dum Buh-da-da-dum Buh-da-da-dum Buh-da-da-dum (Yes, we even add verbal sound effects. See:) Dummmmmm... They practice anarchistics...and use fetal ballistics They'll neuter you with chopsticks... They're Toxic Fucking Shock! (More of those unbearable verbal sound effects.) You always have to greet us...We hope that you won't eat us We always hail to Fetus! We're Toxic Fucking Shock! Buh-da-da-dum . (Why THANK you, bitch!) =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= . .:::. .::::::. ..:::::::.. :::::::::: ..:::::::::::::.. :::: :::: The Hillside Pub .::: ::::::: :::. ::::. : :: ::::: :: ::::::. : ::: : :::::::. A Segment of ::: ::::::: Toxic File #50 ::: :::::: ::::: : :::: By Gross Genitalia ::::: oxic :::.....:::: hock .:::::::. :::::::::: ::::::::::: :::::::: Agnastus was a young rabbit. A young white rabbit. He was a curious little fucker and was always poking his little pink nose into everything that came his way, and even things that didn't. One day Agnastus was hopping along through an unexplored area of forest and came upon a narrow hole in the side of a hill. A warm blast of air spewed forth from the hole. Agnastus could hear faint and etheric music coming from within. He heard suddenly loud screams from within. Agnastus was SO SCARED, he ran immediately from this section of forest, all the way back home to his mother. "Mommy! Mommy!" He was out of breath. "Mommy, there's a hole over in the Old Forest, and there's people's a screamin' in there!" "Now Agnastus, I told you to stay out of the Old Forest. Keep yourself out of trouble. Now your mother's trying to work, so go on out and play." "But mommy..." Agnastus pleaded. "Hush now, go on out and play," his mother retorted. So Agnastus left. He went out to play but it began to rain, so he sought shelter. He hid in a tight crevice in a tree. Oh, he was wet! He had to get somewhere drier. It was too far now to get back home without getting soaked. Agnastus's only other alternative was the Old Forest. So off he went. The words rang in his head. "I told you to stay out of the Old Forest. Keep yourself out of trouble." His mother's words rang in his head. He felt a sense of rebellion however, and ignored the thoughts. He moved deeper into the forest to keep dry. He came across the hole again. "Oh dear, I shouldn't go in, but it's raining hard and I don't want to catch cold out here. Oh..." His mother's words popped up again. The rebellion built, and Agnastus slowly crept into the warm hole, from which the odd music could be faintly heard. Deeper he went into the hole. Darker it got. Further he crept. The music got louder. The occasional screams became ear-piercing. A faint light ahead! Agnastus crept on! Around the corner...! When Agnastus approached into the lively, yet dimly-lit gloom cavern, he went completely unnoticed by the number of other small forest animals standing about, partaking of a lightly brown-tinted bubbly liquid in glass mugs. There was a thin cloud of smoke over the crowd, and a man sat at a box-shaped thing in the corner which appeared to be some sort of instrument. It was rather odd-looking. A female squirrel sat atop it and sang. She appeared to be acting rather irregularly. Occasionally she would fall off the box-thing and a couple of muscular male mice would come over and lift her up onto a table. It hit Agnastus where he was. My God, Agnastus had stumbled onto a truly underground bar. A speak-easy embedded in a hillside. Agnastus had read of bars only in books, for the Great Order of the Owl had banned bars and the sale of any alcoholic beverages in the land. A ferret took a final drag off a strange smoking stick and threw the stub to the floor and approached Agnastus. "Scuze me son, you don'tsa look like the age to be in an establishment like this 'un!" "I'm sorry sir, it's wet outside and I just came in here to..." Agnastus was interrupted. "Never mind 'er.. come over here and lemme draw ye up a beer! We'z gonna celebrate !" The ferret, obviously the drunken bartender of the establishment, drew up a large frosty mug of beer for Agnastus, who had never tasted any alcoholic beverage. He put his lips to the mug and took a sip. It tasted good, so he took a big gulp. He got used to the beer and drank it casually as the ferret talked. "Yo coz, I'm Slippy, the owner of this joint. See, we ain't never had a young'n in here before." The other animals began gathering around as Agnastus drank. They were thoroughly amused in their drunken bliss to have an animal so young as Agnastus to join them in their secret pub. "Here, have a cigar." Slippy pushed a fine cigar into young Agnastus's mouth and lit it. Agnastus, confused, inhaled the cigar as Slippy lit it. He gasped. "Ugh hug pooooo! Uuughh ughhhuhhh!" Agnastus choked on the smoke and blew it out. The other animals were amused. Finally Agnastus gave the cigar back to Slippy and casually told him he didn't want to smoke right now, so he continued to put away his beer. He finished, and Slippy drew him up another one. They continued to talk, and Agnastus begin to feel a little lightheaded. He lit up a cigar and smoked it like a professional, never gasped or coughed once. He fit right into the crowd. A slick looking gopher came up to Agnastus. "Yeah little dude, you look mighty clean today. Say, you ever been in LOVE?" "Why, no sir. I hain't never been with no girl before," replied Agnastus. "Well, I gotsa girly back in the back here, you wanna go meet her?" Agnastus looked puzzled. "I..I dunno sir..." The gopher took over and led Agnastus to the back. "Ain't nothin to be scared of. Girl'sll be nice to ya, make ya feel reeeeeal special. They makes ya feel reeeeal good-like." The gopher opened a thick crimson curtain and led Agnastus into a small room. There was a bed, and on the bed was a rather beautiful-looking rabbit, slightly older than Agnastus. The sly look left the gopher's face. "Give 'im a number two special." The gopher left and the girl spoke. "Hi little boy, I'm Alicia. I'm gonna treat you reeeally special." "Hi I'm Agnastus. I hain't never been round girls too much." "Oh don't worry, I'm gonna help you realize just how good girls can be." The young female rabbit pulled Agnastus onto the bed and began warming him up. Agnastus had never heard of prostitutes before, and was about to find out what the real world was all about. "So, little Agnastus, ever heard of sex?" She pulled him on top of her and kissed him on the nose. "Uh, yeah.." Agnastus blushed. "Yeah I know what it is. It's when ya make little baby bunnies." "Oh yeah, well, you don't HAVE to make bunnies. You ever had sex before?" "No, ma'am, I hain't." Alicia handed Agnastus a small latex device. "Put this on your little private part." Alicia used a device, not at all shaped like the one she gave Agnastus. Agnastus got hesitant. "Now I hain't never done anything like this before. I..." Alicia cut him off. "Now like I said, I'm a gonna treat you REAL special. Ain't nothin to worry about. Just do what I say and I'll make ya feel GOOOOD!" Agnastus got, well, "excited". Alicia propped up on the bed, "rabbit-style" (play on species...UGH!). She instructed Agnastus to climb up on her and put his rubber-covered private part into her private part. He mounted her and entered. "Well, NOW what?" She instructed him to move in and out, in and out, move around a little, get some good rabbit sex going. Agnastus really liked the way this felt to his stiffened rabbit-cock. This act was ordinary to Alicia, an experienced and accomplished rabbit-whore. Agnastus was moving in and out of Alicia. She was making grunting and moaning noises. Agnastus decided he'd join in on the noises, even though he didn't understand what they meant. Agnastus felt a tingling over his body. He felt it in his rabbit-cock. Alicia, amidst her moaning pleasure, explained "the process of males". Agnastus soon came and Alicia had her orgasm, too. She moaned and wailed in pleasure and Agnastus reached around and grabbed tight hold of Alicia's breasts as he pumped through his orgasm. When they were done Alicia sat back and lit up a cigarette, fondling her dripping wet cunt. Agnastus pulled off his rubber and turned to leave, as Alicia was treating him with much indifference. He left through the crimson curtain, and returned to the bar. Slippy drew him up another beer. Agnastus slid into a plush chair and grinned. Across the room the gopher eyed Agnastus. He knew what had happened. The gopher smiled. Another prospective customer. (c)1990 Toxic Shock. By Gross Genitalia. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= Toxinade...that delightful death-quenching drink you've grown to love and cherish, we're providing you with the original recipe. Greenpeace displays the toxic pollution of the world by setting up "toxinade" stands and wearing nuclear suits. Ever wonder what that stuff REALLY is? We'll show you. 1. In a 500ml beaker, crush one tablespoonsful of iodine crystals with your big toe. Wear plastic bags as not to get any ugly brown stains on your skin. 2. Add about three teaspoons of wood alcohol, and stir vigourously. 3. Carefully pour in about two grams of lead nitrate, or one and a half grams of lead oxide. These proportions are essential as to prevent possible death. The proper lead amounts will cause lead poisoning, which leads to craziness and then eventual death. We do not want DEATH by any means! Just a little craziness to hit you up and get you kicking.' 4. With an eye dropper, carefully mix about half an ounce of sulfuric acid into the current mixture. 5. Boil the mixture at 120 degrees (kelvin, of course) until the gray fumes are concentrated so that they ignite your pubic hair. 6. When this happens, add a spoonful of antimony sulfide and an ounce of Paris Green, SIMULTANEOUSLY. This is important because if they are not mixed in this manner, the mixture will begin producing caustic fumes, which cause severe excretory problems in domestic animals. These fumes are poisonous bowel evacuants, and no attempt should be made to add the above ingredients separately. 7. Pour this mixture out into a 1000ml Erlenmyer flask, and put in the freezer. 8. After the mixture thickens and appears almost frozen, take it out and add a spoonful of sodium peroxide. Be careful, as sodium peroxide should not come in contact with anything organic, such as your SKIN for example. 9. Boil the mixture over a green-flamed fire for an hour, but only under a full moon. Any less such light will not bond the toxinade right; anything brighter will produce toxic fumes which kill living organisms, such as yourself. The fumes will subside and the mixture will explode if exposed to more light than that of a full moon. 10. Allow this mixture to cool in a tub of fresh virgin chicken blood until morning. At that time, remove the flask and filter the entire solution into a small glass or porcelain jug. The wet solids in the filter paper should either be buried, flushed down the toilet, or dumped on your most hated enemies. I'm sure you have plenty. 11. The brownish, dirty-looking liquid is Toxinade. It is considered a delicacy among the Followers of Fetus, who have a rather strong immunity to the "impurities" of the mixture. Toxinade should be served cold, over dry ice, with a worm, lizard, frog tongue, or by traditional methods, mixed with tequila or some good vodka. This adds a nice bite to Gross Genitalia's lemon drinker mixer. Add a touch of ethanol and grenadine and serve to your party guests. See you in hell! (c)1990 Gross Genitalia and his Kitchen Cooking Fluency. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= Hickory Dickory Dock Some bitch was on my cock. The clock struck two I shot my goo And then I lost my rock. -------------------------- If when you die you are cremated, and your remains are spread in your backyard, what kind of plants will grow there? ASH TREES! HAHAHA! That was so damned fucking stupid I just had to share it with you. -------------------------- There once was a lady from SixPence Whose tits were so fucking immense She had very bad luck They got knocked off by a truck And she hasn't seen them since. -------------------------- [TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS] . .:::. .::::::. ..:::::::.. :::::::::: ..:::::::::::::.. :::: :::: "Geek Turned Killer" .::: ::::::: :::. ::::. : :: ::::: :: ::::::. : ::: : :::::::. A Gore Production ::: ::::::: ::: :::::: By Gross Genitalia ::::: : :::: ::::: oxic :::.....:::: hock A Segment of .:::::::. :::::::::: Toxic File #50 ::::::::::: :::::::: Eugene was a typical geek loser who worshipped his computer as if it were some type of deity. It was his life, his being, his existence. And not to go unsaid, Eugene was a BBS geek. A typical post from Eugene would look something like this: From: EUGENE (#51) Subj: Hey d00dz! Eat ass hairs! Hey d00dz, I'm just so glad I have a computer. I just love my computer, and I love getting to talk on the local BBS's to you doods. You people are all so k00l-rad. I can't call long distance because my mother won't allow me to do that. Hey Bite-Krusher, you're such a pansy wimp and I bet you suck your dog's penis at night! I bet I could whip your ass ten times in a row! You think you're so bad-ass, cracking warez and shit, well FUCK YOU! I did a recrack of Pac-Man yesterday by a boot trace, so see, I can crack just as well as you can! YEAH FUCK YOU DIE SLAY KILL PILLAGE BURN DETH DRINK VIRGIN BLOOD EAT SHIT DEFECATE DECAFFEINATE DESECRATE LICK YOUR MOTHER'S CUNTJUICE! Does anyone have any MCI codez they could give to me in my e-mail? EUGENE THE ONE AND ONLY K00L-KRACKER!!!! Uh-huh. Whatever. These are the type of people you love to rag on and kick ass. No comment on the post. Eugene had just finished a session on the local 60 meg pirate board, which was stupid and unfortunate enough to let the geek on. He had been threatened by several users, one of which was posting his address all over the place. Eugene had leeched a couple of wares and pulled several gfiles, and went to read some of them when the doorbell rang. He went to open it; he was home alone. "Hi, who are you?" A boy, seeming to be in his late teens, stood at the door with an evil aura about him. "You little fucking punk! I hate your guts you slime sucking bitch! Always threatening people but never doing shit! Well hey, I'm the Bite-Krusher, and I carry OUT my threats! Prepare to die you fucking twerp!" Bite-Krusher pushed Eugene back into the house and down onto the floor. Eugene ran to the phone. He picked it up. It was dead. "HAHAHA you little pussy dickless fuck. I CUT your damned lines. You have 30 seconds left in your life." Eugene pissed in his pants, as noted by the dark ring on his jeans around his genital area. He ran upstairs to his room and slammed the door. Sobs could be heard a mile away, followed by whiny squeaky yelps of terror. Bite-Krusher made his way up the stairs and kicked in the door. He sent splinters flying everywhere. Eugene sat crouched in the corner with his head between his legs. "Quit trying to suck your dick you loser! You have 20 seconds left in your life." Eugene crawled under the bed. Bite-Krusher took all the time in the world, for Eugene was to die in about 16 seconds now. Bite-Krusher picked up the bed and hurled it aside, crumbling it. Eugene jumped up and ran into his closet. "You have eight seconds to live Eugene." Bite-Krusher grabbed ahold of the wobbly closet doors. "Six...Five...Four...Three...Two...", he ripped off the closet doors and drew a long knife from his belt. "One...Die!" BBBBOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!! The smoke filled the room as Bite-Krusher died. From within the closet Eugene emerged carrying a double-barreled 12 guage shotgun. Both barrels were empty and smoking. The mangled body of Bite-Krusher lay sprawled out on the floor, his entrails hanging out by torn cords of nerve and muscle. Eugene reloaded and left. He was pissed. He was very pissed. He wanted revenge. He wanted it now. He went to the house where the 60 meg pirate board was housed. He broke in silently through a ground-level window and cased the empty house. He found the computer system upstairs in an office-type room. He took the phone off the hook and logged on local. He made his way to the first sub and posted. From: SYSOP Subj: HAHAHA FUCKHEADS! HAHAHA This is Eugene. No I did not hack the sysop's account, although I could have cause I'm bad and k00l-gnarly. Bite-Krusher is dead. He just showed up at my house and I killed the fucker in cold blood. Now I'm going to kill all of you just like in that fucking online game here "A Day At The Morgue". You're all gonna fry like hell cause I'm BAD YOU BITCHES! Proudly Eugene saved his message, left some hate mail, and logged off. He hid himself and waited in raged psychotic fantasy. Momentarily he heard someone enter the house. He was not terrified, but in his altered mental state of vengeance and violence he was in ecstacy, his fingers neatly poised on both of the shotgun triggers. He saw the sysop of the board enter the computer room and sit down to answer a page from a user that had logged on immediately after Eugene had logged off. The user had seen the post. The sysop is online ------------------- Hello, can I help ya? YES! What in the HELL is that post on sub one about? What post? The one where you posted like you were that Eugene fag! I really don't know what you're talking about. Where is it? It's the last post on sub one. Hold a sec... Sysop is offline...please wait. The sysop went into the sub bases and read the post. Oh shit... someone had hacked his account. No telling what they had done to the hard drive. He came back online with the user. Well, I read the post. I guess someone hacked my account. Hold on and I'll go see when they logged on. Sysop is offline...please wait. He went into sysop mode and viewed the caller log. He found the call at the end of the list. It was a sysop call. It had been made only five minutes ago. What was worse, it was a local logon. The sysop sat in his chair, trembling in silent terror. As he reached for the chat key, his system was blown into small pieces, blue electrical charges danced about the table. Eugene came from behind a bookshelf. "Holy shit! Who in the fuck are you???? Please don't hurt me, I don't know who you are, why are you doing this?!?!?" The sysop dropped to his knees. Eugene felt an inhuman rush of power. "You fuckheaded shit! I'm Eugene, and I hate your board! It sucks! I'm the only k00l-keen0 user on there so I killed it! HAHAHA! Die son of a bitch!" Eugene let loose a fray of gunshot, and smoke filled the room. The sysop fell to the floor with a thud. The other phone line rang, and Eugene answered it. "Hell-the-fuck-O?" "Yes, uh, what happened?" "What the hell do you mean what happened?" "I was just in chat with you and all of a sudden you hung up!" "Fuck you loser, the sysop is DEAD. I killed him because I'm BAD!" Eugene hung up the phone. He heard footsteps. A figure appeared in the doorway. It was a most horrifying sight, a walking mound of bloody flesh with entrails protruding from the naked stomach. It was Bite-Krusher. And he was pissed. He was very pissed. He wanted revenge, and he wanted it now. Bite-Krusher made somekind of motion with his hand, in which was held a long slender metal object, much like a knife. But before Eugene could make out this motion, the world before him turned suddenly black and his soul separated from his earthly body. Then Eugene realized something very important. He was dead. (c)1990 Toxic Shock. By Gross Genitalia. "There are none so blind as those who cannot see." -J.D. Waynick I SPEAK FOR THE FETUSES...WE WANNA DIE!! [TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS] ATTENTION ALL CRAZY FUCKED UP PEOPLE! BE A TOXIN! Toxic Shock is looking for new members. We're looking to expand our horizons through the murky afterbirth. Yes, this means we are now accepting new members. If you should like to be in Toxic Shock, remember, we are extremely selective. And we don't like to be formal, nor do we like to help people. We like to piss people off. For your application to Toxic Shock, you must write a file. Like I said, we don't like to help. Write anything. What, you ask? Write whatever you feel like writing. If we don't like it, we'll call you up with your own phone card and laugh at you. If we like it, we will contact you in some way and perhaps tell you some "guidelines" for another file you must write. All files must be original, no plagiarised, copied, borrowed, or otherwise bullshit material. That's all we have to say about it. That's it. If you write something we find appealing and Toxic, we'll consider you for membership. Send all entries to Centre of Eternity (615.552.5747). If you cannot get them there, somehow get ahold of one of us and we'll work something out. Ugh, we hate being formal and supportive. But this is the only way we approach you looking for members. Now eat shit. Being nice has pissed me off. I need a baby to abort. Throw me a pregnant bitch...NOW!!! =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= Well basically that's all for the #50 file. We all hope you liked it, and will show it to all your fucking friends. Don't show it to non-fucking friends, virgins are always excluded. I want to announce how truly saddened I am that RipCo International is down. The 9600 baud board at 312-528-5020 with about 61 megs of files and wares is gone apparently forever. When news reached me of its bust I almost cried. A Toxin crying? Fuck no. It was like the death of John F. Kennedy to America. Like the Hindenburg Disaster. Like the earthquake in Armenia to the Soviet Union. It was a death of a mighty board to all the telecommunicators of this conformist country. FUCK YOU AUTHORITIES, you took away our pride and joy, RipCo BBS. FUCK YOU. Read every one of our files. Every death-related thing that we discuss I wish it upon you. PISS OFF DICKHEADS. You destroyed a majestic source of information and entertainment all the more. Eat shit and live with it crusting inside your mouths. Goodbye Dr. RipCo, thanks for six and a half years of enjoyment. But anyway, as for Toxic Shock, we will move on and recover. We have SEVERAL new files planned. Fetal Juice will hopefully be coming up from his continuous busyness and release his AWESOME file, of which I will not say a name or give any details. Bloody Afterbirth is getting back into the swing of things and has many new ideas brewing. A revolution is about to happen, but we'll wait and let Bloody fill you in later. I, Gross Genitalia, have just released my newest file, "Trix Are For Kids". That's the kind of stuff I want to do, so be looking for more files already in the works. I also am releasing "Druglore and Draft-Dodgers", an excellent tale of American drug legends and hilarious stories of people dodging the army draft by doing some Toxic fucked up things! Call Centre of Eternity and get all you want, then distribute them freely. Until then, a hearty fuck off and have a rather bad day from all the Toxins! Good luck and God-speed in whatever trivial and unimportant things you do. =[TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS]= (c) 1990 by Toxic Shock. "Meet the Toxins" -- Toxic Shock File #50 Written by Gross Genitalia, with help from Fetal Juice and Bloody Afterbirth. Hoping to release Toxic File #100 by the end of 1990. Piss off.