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