C y b e r C h r i s t
| C y b e r C h r i s t | |
| whereabouts: Hazard County | |
| age: late twenties | |
| gig: Hacker, Writer, Luminary | |
| Biography
I was asked to do a biography-- you know, a little blurb about myself, the dumb shit I have done, the problems I have caused, and how I have survived through it all. The thing is that you probably wouldn't know who I am even if I did sit down and tell you that I am exiled from my country of birth and that I have shit-for-brains rednecks as relatives and that the one thing I regret the most is not having gone to a decent University. I have never been interested in the random things people have done in their lives-- what I seek to get out of people is the very essence of who they are. If their actions tell me who they are, then that's great. But if they sit around and tell me that they went to such-and-such public school and that they majored in some lame degree and now they sit aorund drinking coffee at 3:00am with halfwit friends, all that really tells me is that they are losers. So rather than tell you what I have done, let me tell
you what makes me tick, what I have viewed myself as being, and more
importantly, what that
I am scorn for religion. I am a tattered comic book that you used to cherish and you just found again. I am the feeling you get when you drive by your old neighborhood. I am Wolverine in the sewers, gazing at the Hellfire Club. I am the sound of race horses going down the home stretch. I am John Galt. I am the feeling of loss you felt when the Challenger exploded. I am the voice against oppression of the freedom of speech. I am Jack's broken heart. I am the feeling that you had when you wondered what would happen to you if you were to leap off of a building when you were 7 years old. I am your disappointment in your family. I am the feeling you get when you finally hacked a system after 4 straight days of working on it. I am Superman. I am the trip you took to an exotic place and the realization that you would never be back there again. I am the fan that cheers for the team when the team is losing badly and then complains that everyone is jumping on the bandwagon when the team is winning. I am that little bird that told you. I am the guy that stole your credit card number. I am they. I am the kid that looked out the school bus window and saw someone's ass getting kicked at the school bus stop. I am the one that didn't really give a shit about your kid drowning in the pool because your kid used to pick on me and you accused me of pissing on your porch. I am your broken English. I am too late again. I am the pen you've had for years that hasn't run out of ink. I am the kid doing a wheelie down the block. I am the kid that dated the prom queen. I am The Rock when he is giving the People's Elbow. I am Tony "The Rooster" Laruso on his way to Reflex Point with a twin-cannon hovertank and a Beta pilot named Jack Harris who has an itchy finger. I am Late Night with David Letterman in the 80s. I am friends with The Roach. I am the hacker that you are afraid of. I am sitting at the Bagel Works and stealing cokes from Wade. I am running away from Pizza Hut with a vanload of friends because we didn't pay the bill. I am homeless. I am homeless again. I am the smell of coffee in the morning. I am the feeling you get when your girlfriend
I am Rick Hunter in a Veritech. I am the sound of thunder behind you as you walk down the railroad tracks. I am the feeling you got when you saw U.S. troops fighting in the desert on CNN. I am one of those troops. I am the rage you feel when you hear someone being racist. I am Bruce Wayne right after his parents were killed. I am a good dinner date. I am as calm as a Hindu cow. I am that designer knock-off shirt you try to pass as the real thing. I am Tyler Durden. But most of all.... I am me. So what the fuck are you again?
SOME LINKS: One of these days I am going to do a a
linkography, which
will be a
2600
And many others.. have fun.. CyberChrist <cc@dhp.com>
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