               " Oh no! He's back, and he's still got a fro!"


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                    _ ____>__________    __________<____ _
                    ((____________o__)/\(__o____________))
                        _/     . .  _/  \_  . .     \_
       ______           \       .   \o__o/   .       /           ______
       \_____))-]]]]]]]] \   (------------------)   / [[[[[[[[-((_____/
                          \_________  __  _________/
                                   \______/




                         " Did you miss me? beyotch!"











          he has long been forgotten, and now he's back from the ashes
            presenting power unmatched, irresistable, unstopable.

                                fear the head.














                                                            .
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      \\    \ | _      /       \\|   ___//___|  \_        \_\ ______//___
       \\    \_/      /        _\\    _      /_  /         /  |         /_
        \\____|     //----------/_____/       |__,--------/|_            |
.  ,.   _\ .  |____// ,. .....     .,//       |          // /------------|
           :      /_         l      //________|          /_       .,
        ., :      .,...       .,    /_        .     ,.            /.  .,    .
           ;                                                ;/.
              the man with the one-eyed monkey, leader of the jewish mafia.
           ,











        People achieve different levels of thinking by using outside
        influences, some swim, some meditate, some play the piano,
                               I smoke pot.

















                                          , y,_               , y,_
                                              `4/                  `4/
    -   -mmmyy,_  -  -mmmmy,_  -  -mmmmy,_
-- -   -  y    `4/            _.\   `4/            _.\   `4/
 mimic ascii 1999 -     $:      $         :$'`      $         :$'`      $
 HIGH FUCKING OCTANE.   $:      $mmmmmmy :$ :      $mmmmmmy :$ :      $
                        $:      :$      $: :$ $:      :$      $: :$ $:      ``
 haji@mimic.ca          :      :      : : :      :      : : lm*=
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                                  a   n   d







mjay/martz                        .,...; ..,,,,,,........,      ..,         .
DEG65!  ,..;...,,,,..       ...,,      ;    ...              .
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 ____(//_( _ //_\ _ )_\\ __))_\ ____\\ _ )_\\_   \_(_ ))__\ )_(_)______\ _____
((   /    /_/    \_\     _)  _\\      /_/    /   /  -   /    /_ _ _   _\\    ))
 |___   _________     ____   | \_____________\   \______|_    //______| \____|
    '---'  ;     )____\  '---'         ;    _\\___\      /____\
      ...,,;.....,,,       .......,,,,.;..,        ....,,,.          ..,    .
                                       '

                  the infamous clan of crack users and abusers.
                                       .

                          D E G E N E R A T I O N   6 5

                                I love you mjay.








     PROUDLY FUCKING PRESENT :


    (who would have thought that I would be doing a colly again...)

















              ,

              .

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              :                  ::  B R O T H E R S
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        __/ /______  _ //_/_   /__________   _/ /______/______ __/    ___
       \\  /  __  /_ _/     /_   __  /_  /_  \ /      /_   _ /_ /_____ _//____
        / /   _/   /         /        / __/__/ _       /  _/  /      /_      /_
      _/__________/ _/      /______  / /    /_//      / /____/  /___/ /       /
 <<-- / ------------/____  /----- /__        //______/____\\ ___/--- /_______/-
   mt         :          \/        /_______/  ..............,,,,   /
              :          \/      :.                        ;                rp
           .. : ........     ....::  I N    A R M S.  ,  .,;............,
              ;          \/

              .




        And you will all feel the wrath, and bow before the power of
        ONE.






                        You're trying to break me down
                         yet, I won't let you succeed.
                      You're trying to break down my soul
                      making me feel like a helpless kid.
                           as I lay flat on my back,
                              staring at your sky,
                             I'm thinking to myself
                        if the choice was to worship you,

                            I think I'd rather die.












                           M  A  N  K  I  N  D
                       .       ____                   ____    ______
      ___           ____\ ____ |  |___ ___/_  _  ____ |  |    |    | _  _  __
     _\  \  _______/     \| _ \|  |  |/  /  _(_) | _ \|  |____|_   \\_\ \\ \
   _ |    \/              \  \ \     /  /___|   \|  \ \         \_ |
   ///___\  /     _________\ |\___.  \      /    \  |\___        /_|
          \/____//_       |__|    |__|     /|----/__|   |_______//_
                                    /_____/// /_
                              Is The man.












                And so burns the tormented soul of the artist,
                as his pain is his creation,
                and every shed of paint he throws upon the paper
                is like a shed of blood, drawn from his veins.

















                      C    O    N    T    R    O    L
                     .---/.---..---..    .--.  .---..
                     |   _|   ||   ||__  |__/_ |   ||
                     |   ||   ||   ||    |   | |   ||
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                     |   ||   ||   ||   _|    /|   ||   \
                     |___||___||   \|___\    / |___||____\

                                  _____       _ ___
      ______                    _\\   |_     __\\_ \           ________
      |   _/____  __________\-----|   _/____ |   __/___ _______|      /
+--- -|   \     \/  __  |    \    |   \     \|   \     \|  __  \     /-- -+  --
      |          \______|   \ \   |   _\     \____\     \______/    /____
      |----/_____/    mt|----\____|__________/   /______/      |________//_










                And back came the warriors
                from the field of battle.
                their swords colored red
                their shields torn apart
                their arms tired
                from the act of war.

                and on their way from the battlefield
                they saw this young innocent girl
                who asked them one word;

                "Why?"

                And they had no answer.









                      .                               .
                                                    ,.:
      _             ___         ________                 _
                                                      .
.          .;...     ..........     .       ....;.... :  ....           .
                           ;                          :     ;
                      :.,                             :
           ______ /_  :    _    _ ___    _  --  - ______
           |    |/  ______\\ ____\\_ \  \\_______ |    | ___ _
           |   _/___\_   __ \|   _ __/___\_   __ \|    |/ _//__
           |   \     /_   /  \   /        /    /  \    _       \
           |  _\\     /--/___/--/|       /----/___/    \________\
           \\--------/         / |------//_       |----|\
         -   --------      --            -            :    ---       -
                      :                       -       :.,
                    ,.:   B   A   R   A   K           :
                                                          _
                                                      .
           _
                      .











                        Their friendship knows no limit
                        their love is unimaginable
                        they will die for each other
                        they will die side by side.

                        they are the brothers in arms.











                                                            .
                     _______________________________________|__   _
          deg65<<  _\\                                      |
          martyr.  |      ______________________            |
      ____________ | ____\\                    /       _____|_________
      \    ______ _|___               ___ _   /_______\\    |        /
_    __\   |    |/    / |------\ _____\_ \\  _____       |------\   //___    _
           |    /_   /__|_      \|   _  _/___|  _ \  ____|__     \
: ::   ;:::|     /       /       \   \       \   \ \/ _    /      \::::; :    :
   _ ____  |____/       /________/___|\       \---\  /    /_______/
        /      /_______/             _\\_______\   \/____/  |
       //__________|____________________                    |
                   |                   /              _____ | _______    _
                   |  k  a  r  m  a   /______________\\     |
                   |_       s  t  y  l  i  n  g  s  !      _|
                    //____________________________________\\

        - so this goes out for karma, coolest group I had the honor of being
          in, along with 2 of the coolest people in the scene - mankind and
          ant1k, live long and prosper, and watch out for us k-doggz, boo!







                It has once been a hobby
                and now it's burning with hellfire
                as huge forces collide
                and fight over
                the reign
                of the ASCII EMPIRE.















              _                                   ,
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     \__      \\___________       \\
       /       \         _/--------\--\           .
   m  /      \  \        \          \  \
   a /_       \  \        \    ---/     \:::::::::::::::::::::::::.
   r  /        \  \       _\             \_       :              ::
   t_/    _     \  \      \               /       :              ::
   z\_____/______\         \_ /__________/    ... : ..,   _      ::
         /    ::  \_________//  d65               ;       //     ::
        //_   ::            /_         __         . _ ____/______::__
    __________::___   ____            (__) .--------|/   /     /  __/_____
    \_   __________\__\_  \________\  _____|        /         /______    /_
    _/  ______\:  /    ___/         \|     |       /|        /      /_    |
    \      \  :: /----/        /    /\    _|     _/ |       /|___/________|
    |_______\ ::     /________/____/  \----\_____\  |------/    //_
              ::             //_                                 ::
              `:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::'








                I don't need no arms around me
                I don't need no drugs to calm me
                I have seen the writing on the wall
                Don't think I need anything at all
                No don't think need anything at all
                All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
                All in all we were just bricks in the wall















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             ;       ::   E L  -  N I N O     ::::::
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             .     __::____ ___(__)________  __:::::_
             ;   __\  _   (_\    |_\  _   (__\  _   |_
  '  .   :: ;;l _|    /    /     _    /    /    \    /
             :  \    /____/-----\\   /____/---------/
             ,. /---/.;         /___/mt       ,:::::
             :       ::                       ::::::
                     ..     M I M I C         .:.::
             .        :                          ..
                     .                             .

                      .                        .











                There once was a group named "Spies".
                There were 3 newbies in that group.
                Once was called Sculpture
                today he's known as funk-e aka prosthesis.
                The other was called kayozz.
                The third was called Dataflow,
                today he's known as el-nino.
                This goes to the three of them -
                massive respects, you are 3 of the scene's
                foundations.








                      .
                                             ,

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                      ,
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         ;      /-\---/   |  /______/_(_)_\  /__\   \/-\---/   |
martz/d65     _/          |____|   |      /_________/          |   .
       ,..    \___________//_      |_____/   ;     \___________/   ;
    ;;;;              :                      .                     ;
              .....,  :   .,,,,         ...  :      ...............:...,,,
                      .
                                                                   .,
        .,                                   ,
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       .;                                                        ...:
     ;                                                              :4
                                                                    .
                                             .





                And so die the brothers in arms,
                one by another, scream into the sky,
                as their blood mixes up,
                their souls dance in a circle,
                as old and new collide
                and the new will finally overcome
                and life will go on.


                werd up rippa.










                               .                         .,
            ,                                             ;
            ;                  ;                          :
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     .      .   _             ::               .          ;
 _ _/__     :   \ ___   .     :      .....,  _/__         _ __   .,  .......,
 __/ _//__/______\\_ \\/___   .       -//    / _/____.______ / _
\\  /        __    __/_)__/______  /---/---//_____  /_  _  ////______
 / /         /   _    _          \/        \_    /  _/  /   |   _   /_     rp/l
/____       /____/    //   \|____\/     __\ /_      //          /    /_    mt/m
    /__  __//_  /_____/____|     /______\    //____//------/___/    _\\
       \/   ,        /_      ---      \ \\  // /   /_     ;   /____/      --->>
       \/   ;                       .,    \/              ;
            .                 .                           ;       . .c.rimson..
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                              ,                           .
            :
            :                                             ,
            ,.

           .,





                The virtual empire keeps growing and growing
                and we keep getting smaller and smaller.
                the bulletin boards are long forgotten,
                as the monsterous spiders crawl and take
                us prisoners in their web.
                One day it'll be over, my friends,
                one day the scene will cease to exist,
                and me and all of my brothers in arms
                will go our seperate ways,
                armed with nothing but memories
                and hopes for days to come.

                Long live the art scene.
                martyr.







                                        .
                                       <|>
                         _________   _  |   ___
                     __\\\              |     //___
                     |   mt/d65  _      |         |
                  ___|____       //     |  ____   |
                  |    __/_______/__ ______\__ \  |   _
                -\\    \        /_  \|       __/__|___\
                  |     \            \       __       \\
                  |      \            \_     |/        \_
                  |                    /     |          /
                  |_______     _      /______|         //_
                     |   /_____/_____/  .    |________/
                   __|        /_        |         |__
         _     ___\\    c r a c k r o c k . n e t   ///___    _      _
     _        _  ______                 |          __________   _  _         _
                      ///_______________|_________\\
                                        |
                                       <|>
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Closing words:

This is the first colly I've created that I actually consider a masterpiece.
Every word, every ascii mark, every dot on the screen has been carefully
selected. It took me two months to work on this colly, as I strained to reach
perfection. This colly is for the glory of our art scene, so fragile yet so
powerful, it affected my life, and I'm sure it had affected most of you who
read my words as we speak. We are the "Brothers in arms". we make this scene
a second home, we stand by each other, we arise together, and we will fall
together. sad thing is, when we fall, there will be nothing left, for our world
is known only to us, noone else will care about it except us. It is time we
took the scene to another level, it is time we started creating instead of just
drawing, it is time we stand united and proud.
I hope you enjoyed viewing this colly, god knows I busted my ass on it.
I'm going to Lebannon in a month, god knows if I'll come back alive.
This is my heritage to you, I hope you'll keep it.

I stand humble before you, my brothers.

Martyr.
July 1999.
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