All of my life I have longed to be a synchronized swimmer
[well part of a team, obviously].

When I was forced to the harsh realisation that I would
never make it that far, at the brittle age of 23, I was
completely devastated.

I didn't eat nor sleep for weeks. All I could do was sit
on a chair at the table, staring at my bathingcap and my
nose-clipper. I swear to god, I thought I would die.

The noise of someone turning on the tab was enough to
fill my head with thoughts of suicide & mass destruction.

I have been seeing a psychologist for these past few
months now and initially she got me back on track. Yes,
initially, cuz from the very first moment I clapped eyes
on the bitch I could tell she was holding something from
me.

When I was nearly over most violent attacks of my depression
I ventured out to buy "Synchronised Swimmers Weekly" and to
my utter shock saw a picture of my very own psychologist in
her pink bathingsuit, grouping with her friends in an azure
pool to form achingly beautiful figurines.

It sent me right over the edge. That day I set out on a long
and laborious mission, to pollute every single swimmingpool
on the continent. Soon, through the use of internet and with
the help of other disappoinetd wannabe-synchronisers, I will
turn this into a global thing.

We shall not stop until we have collectively urinated in
each and every public swimmingpool out there. Vengance shall
be ours. We will leave only ONE pool unpoluted and that pool
shall be OUR DOMAIN.

For we, the cast outs, the webbed feet ones, WE will one day
show the lot of you that we can be as good a team of
synchronised swimmers as anybody else.

Why?


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[This message was edited Fri Jul 18 5:47:48 PDT 2003 by Lleena]