Steve Foley
February 11th 04, 02:40 AM
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Deteriorata, Deteriorata)
Go placidly amidst 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 irridity and disillusionment, and despite the changing
fortunes of time, there is always a big future in computer maintenance.
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
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 seas 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: the
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 in 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.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
Therefore, make peace with your god, whatever you perceive him to be: hairy
thunderer or cosmic muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban
renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. GIVE UP!
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
You have no right to be here.
Deteriorata, Deteriorata)
Go placidly amidst 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 irridity and disillusionment, and despite the changing
fortunes of time, there is always a big future in computer maintenance.
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
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 seas 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: the
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 in 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.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
Therefore, make peace with your god, whatever you perceive him to be: hairy
thunderer or cosmic muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban
renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. GIVE UP!
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)