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All articles written by Rac3RXxX & Ly'N unless otherwise
stated.








"The TAO can't be percieved. Smaller than an electron,
 it contains uncountable galaxies." - Lao Tzu


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"   I N T R O    "
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Welcome to the first issue of AMERIKAN JUNKIE! (HOORAA!). This is a 
zine that derives from pure and untolerable tranquility. I don't know
if what I have too offer is any use to those who read it, nor do I 
kare. But those who do find the pages of this zine helpful, then thats
what I was hoping. 
We will be covering a variety of things, basically whatever we feel 
like writing, for this is our zine, and we set our own limits. After
all, thats what its about. We will cover anything from Hacking to 
philosphy to some fucked up odd ball stories that we write. 
This zine is maintained by my girlfriend and I, and we are hoping to
get some sort of response from this zine. Anyway.. enough of the 
bullshit, on with Amerikan Junkie.....!

OUR WEBSITE IS NOT UP YET, BUT IT WILL BE SOON. KEEP READING.

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"      - t a b l e  o f  c o n t e n t s -       '/
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" 1 INTRO .................... (scroll up 1 inch)'/   
" 2 Obataining the great ISP.....................'/
" 3 Putting up with a Hacker.....................'/ 
" 4 OVERVIEW: VTI Holes (Frontpage)..............'/
" 5 254 Phone Numbers I..........................'/
" 6 now? ........................................'/
" 7 Benediction .................................'/
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 =-+-==-_===)* Welcome to your Destiny Motherfucker *(===_-==-+-=



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"   - o b t a i n i n g  t h e  g r e a t  I S P -   "
" a backward conversation on a ISP obtaining journey "
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	The novince stared at the master with great awe. As the wise 
one spoke, the boy woondered where his wisdom came from. "...And that 
is how I obtained the great ISP.", finished the Master. "But how did 
you obtain the ISP oh wise one?" the boy stuttered, for the boy had 
dreamed through the entire lecture.
	"Well," spoke the Master, "I recieved the Great Access Number 
from their very own site." "Why, did you obtain the Great Access Number
from their very own site oh wise one?" stuttered again the boy. "So I 
could connect to the great networks of the digital abyss." claimed the 
Wise One. 
	"But how did you receive the great ISP Account Information sir?"
Asked back the young boy? "Well," spoke the Master, "I recieved is from
the Back Orifice, with the great existence of cached passwords!" "But 
how?", questioned the boy. "Through the smaller power of the Netbus."
stated the Master, "I uploaded the smart Boserve.exe too thier computer
and ran it, all through Netbus." stated the master.
	"But, how did you find the highly secret Netbus port?" asked 
the boy. 
	"Through the spell of UltraScan." stated the Wise One, "I 
meditated with UltraScan on a particular ISP on the secret Netbus Port:
12345, and the great UltraScan gave me a vast list of IP's infected
with the stale Netbus."
	"I see stated the boy," and the novice stood, and quickly
jolted to his computer. Knowing that tommarows lecture would be just as
well.


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"   p u t t i n g  u p  w i t h  a  h a c k e r      "
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	Ever scince I started dating RacerX; my life has been filled 
with hacking. Anyone would think that the girlfriend of a hacker would
be stressful, and filled with paranoia (dont get me wrong, Im 
deathly scared of him getting busted). Actually, being the girlfriend
of a hacker is about giving support through the hard and good hacks. To
everything there is always advantages, and disadvantages, naturally.
	One downfall is when we're not spending quality time together.
He's always on the computer, but you have to be when your a hacker; if
you want to suceed. One adavantage is you always learn something new
everyday, but enough with all the advantages and disadvantages.
	Im not really into hacking, but now that Im around it, I can
see how hackers get off on it. It's like addiction, once you've done
your first hack; you have to do another.
	I extremely enjoy being able to support RacerX; I can't stress
that enough. Of course I get bored watching him hack, but when it comes
right down too it, I love it! 


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" overview: M$ F R O N T P A G E  V T I  H O L E S   "
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	As been reported, but M$ refuses to respond,
there are terrible holes in Micro$oft’s Frontpage.
(Which they bought from Vermeer Technologies
INC). If you have fronpage extensions enabled
there are several  holes in this software that
allow various types of access to the server: 

	The first problem is that dir _vti_cnf is
World Writable. If you have access to the FTP,
you can change or do anything in this dir. If
there isn’t a dir on the server named _vti_cnf
hey no problem, you change the name of the
DIR you want access to and rename it
_vti_cnf, and boom your in.

	The second problem is that with dir
_vti_bin. It seems that you can upload a
trojan to dir _vti_bin and then run it remotely
from IE.
(http://www.domain.com/_vti_bin/trojan.exe).

	The third problem is that with being
able to snarf the administrative passwords on the
frontpage enabled sites: (i.e.
http://www.domain.com/_vti_pvt/administrators.
pwd). There ya go. That is what you http too to
net the admin.pwd, then just run a crack, and
you got the password to the web.

	If you have FRONTPAGE EXTENSIONS
enabled, this does mean that you are very
vunerable. If I were you I go and delete
frontpage period.
	I feel this article was very nessecary
due to the fact the M$ refuses to inform it’s
customers. Knowing this bit of information could
have saved consumers alot of time, and security. 


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	Every so often I will aquire a wide variety of phone numbers,
thus, every so often, we will publish a few phone numbers. These, like,
I said are a wide variety of numbers. Anywhere from: Payphones, to  
PBX's, too the offices of the Grand Lodge of Free Masonry. So, here is 
this issues list: (254 Area Code)

PAYPHONES:

772 7382 - Hastings Courtesy Phone (You can start confrences of these)
867 0005
    0008 - Pay Phones outside of Wal Mart in Bellmead.
799 0938 - Texas State Technical College (Remediation Building)

INTERESTING #S:

750 1581 - US ATTORNEYS OFFICE
752 8321 - Federal Bureau of Investigation (Waco Offices)



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"                       n o w  ?                     "
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	As the boy got up, he dusted himself off, and questioned his
existence. He stumbles a few feet to where his house used too be,
then stumbles a few more feet to a pile of ash, and bone.
	His head hits the ground, and blood pours from an open wound
on his head. He senses the smell of his burnt flesh. He can see the the
wedding band on the corpses finger, it’s his mothers. When the
thought breaks into his mind, that there lay his mother, he might as
well of died right then. At that moment he knew what he was too find
of the rest of his family. His brother, and father dead. As well as an
entire nation. 
	"HOW COULD I HAVE LIVED?!?!?!", screams the boy at the
desolate world. A short prayer for death, and disbelief followed. "HOW
COULD YOU HAVE LET ME LIVE, GOD?!?!?!?!?!", exhaled the boy.
	The boy cried for an hour, cussing every now and then, venting
his soul. He could sense the smell of the nuclear firestormed earth. It
was the worst smell he could have ever imagined. It was a smell of
stale death. He must have been unconscious for hours.
	He arose too attempt to walk. He stood straight for a second,
taking a look around and fell to the ground. He could could see a tree,
where the cemetery used too be close to his house. The only tree left
around. 
	Slowly he crawled his way to the tree, grass and ground burnt to
dust below him. He propped himself up against the tree. He started to
dream about playing basketball with his little brother by the garage.
He dreamed about the security of his mother’s presence. He dreamed
his whole vast life. 
	Soon he was awaken by the touch of a man, dressed in a white
robe. The man stared down on him with black eyes and stated, "It is
time to go...". "...now?" the boy answered. And the man placed his
cold palm on the boy’s forehead. Immediately the boy began to fall
unconscious.
	"It is time to go...", the boy heard his mother say. "...now?" he
replied. "Yes! Now get up, you got to get ready." his mother insisted.
Immediately the boy jumped up from his bed, noticing the new sheets
on his bed. The boy gazed around. "The house is here" he thought.
"And my Mom!", he thought. 
	He ran to his mother’s arms, "MOM! YOUR NOT DEAD! And you
changed the curtains! And my sheets!", the boy shouted. A few
moments of silence passed, and the boy’s mom snapped from her
trance to offer the boy some orange juice. "Sit down son," soon
followed. "Son, we did die, this is your second chance. Welcome to
heaven..."

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"                B E N E D I C T I O N               "
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	Yup.... what can ya say. Everything comes too and end, so
what the fuck?!? right? Hope you found something useful, or you 
enjoyed the stories. Look for some more useless material in the next
issue. Shouts too:	Zylone
			ClayGucci
			m0f0
			puppet0
			the whole 0XXX krew.