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Deteriorata: Why you should give up life
*** Deteriorata ***
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 you and heed well their advice, even
though they may be turkeys. Know what to kiss, and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three do. Whenever
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 fortune 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. Excercise 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 soles 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 Ken. 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.
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