Kecibukia
14-07-2006, 22:45
Go placidly amid the noise and waste, and remember what comfort there
may be in owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet and passive persons,
unless you are in need of sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly
of those greater than yourself, and heed well their advice, even though
they be turkeys. Know what to kiss, and when. Consider that two
wrongs never make a right, but that three do. Wherever possible,
put people on hold. Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and
disillusionment, and despite the changing fortunes of time, there is
always a big future in computer maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo. Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and
mutilate. Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI. Exercise
caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons closest
to you - that lemon on your left, for instance. Be assured that a
walk through the ocean of most souls would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love, therefore; it will stick to your face. Gracefully
surrender the things of youth - birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan - and
let not the sands of time get in your lunch. Hire people with hooks.
For a good time call 606-4311; ask for Candy. Take heart amid the
deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese, and
reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could only be
worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the Universe. You have no right to be here, and
whether you can hear it or not, the Universe is laughing behind your
back.
Therefore, make peace with your God, whatever you conceive Him to be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin. With all its hopes, dreams,
promises, and urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate.
Give up.
*Note: not original to me.
may be in owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet and passive persons,
unless you are in need of sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly
of those greater than yourself, and heed well their advice, even though
they be turkeys. Know what to kiss, and when. Consider that two
wrongs never make a right, but that three do. Wherever possible,
put people on hold. Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and
disillusionment, and despite the changing fortunes of time, there is
always a big future in computer maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo. Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and
mutilate. Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI. Exercise
caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons closest
to you - that lemon on your left, for instance. Be assured that a
walk through the ocean of most souls would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love, therefore; it will stick to your face. Gracefully
surrender the things of youth - birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan - and
let not the sands of time get in your lunch. Hire people with hooks.
For a good time call 606-4311; ask for Candy. Take heart amid the
deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese, and
reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could only be
worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the Universe. You have no right to be here, and
whether you can hear it or not, the Universe is laughing behind your
back.
Therefore, make peace with your God, whatever you conceive Him to be:
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin. With all its hopes, dreams,
promises, and urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate.
Give up.
*Note: not original to me.