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 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 F.B.I. 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
will 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 sand of time get into 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. 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.