“Lightning” makes no sound until it strikes! Blazing down from the sky here is The Oppressor completing his EP with the last track!

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Lightning EP

Lightning

The Oppressor - Lightning

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Get A Hit (Radio Edit)

Restrained - Exception 2 The Rule
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Trippin On Acid

Trippin On Acid (Radio Edit)

HitKicks Minimix

Introducing "The Collection Part 2" - Featuring 18 releases of this year and 2 brand-new tracks. Closing the release schedule for this year. 

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ToXic Inside - Annihilated (Extended Mix)

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Oh, crypteme.

I left the library thinking about Semitic ludlings when Andrew Giuliani crashed into me forehead-first, eyes cast downward and buckling under the golf clubs on his back. Before I could apologize, he yelled, “Watch where you're going!” and about how I was an idiot.

The farther I got down the hallway, the louder he got, and when I looked back, in my wake the other underclassmen had cleared a path twenty-feet long, Giuliani at the end, snarling.

I quickened my pace down the hall, saw a sign for a lounge down a hallway to the right, turned the corner but saw the door to a men's room first.

I ran in and thank God it was vacant so I went into the last stall, stood on the toilet, crouched down, and peered out through the gaps in the partitions. Seconds later a few kids started trickling in to piss, and Giuliani huffing and puffing did eventually run in, head on a swivel, and left without explanation.

Fifteen minutes passed before it emptied out again but right as I inched forward off the toilet, another kid came in and made straight for a full-length mirror on the wall next to the sinks.

Stephen Miller had his back to the wall, took a comb and small mirror from his sportscoat, tidying his small bald spot in both mirrors, not to comb it over but to make it look neat. He slid the pocket mirror back into his coat and about-faced, Oxfords clicking heels right when he quit spinning.

"Show them who's in charge. You own them. They’re nothing."

Voice softening the longer he spoke into the mirror, he was barely whispering when he clicked his heels together at attention, did another about-face, loud click, and strode out.

Oh, crypteme.

I leapt down and out of the stall as soon as the bathroom door shut and crept out and looked back down the hallway to see Stephen Miller in the lounge, gladhanding a bunch of other upperclassmen.

This was the latest at night I'd even been in Durham, and I was worried about getting stranded. I ran into the cold towards the empty roundabout between the chapel that’s in all the brochures and the statue of the tobacco magnate.

The timetable at the bus stop gave me twenty minutes before the next shuttle to Chapel Hill, so I walked towards a coffee bar at the student center.

It was fairly empty and near closing with maybe three people in line to order. Richard Spencer got to the counter, said, "One Earl Grey,” paid with a card, and walked off.

I was the last customer of the night, asked for a coffee and got it for free because they were going to dump the urn out anyhow. I stepped back from the counter and caught myself watching the staff sweep, wipe tables down, and stack chairs. None of them could have been under 35.

I walked over to the creamer station, and it was an end-of-term mess — puddles of coffee and dairy, empty wrappers crumpled up — but well enough stocked to make free coffee drinkable.

I threw away my plastic stirrer and stevia packets and tried to sweep the rest of the trash into the bin cut into the middle of the station but couldn’t because I scalded the back of my hand on a barely-steeped Earl Grey tea bag.

Oh, crypteme.

Crypteme, Oh Crypteme

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