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Don't worry, this won't take too long. After all, it would be
very uncaring of me to waste your precious minutes with drivel like this.
Although, it is not puerility that I am worried about, it's
superannuation. Wisdom comes with Time and the draining of the sand.
Now build some sand castles before its gone. Rake those designs, go
ahead.

Books cannot offer much except crude representations of what is
locked in the mind, and royalty checks. You know what is inside you. Do
marks on the page clear it up for you?

I saw Language spinning the Wheel of Fortune the other day, and he
hit Bankrupt and the lady from Wyoming ended up winning the yacht. Half
an hour later Alex Trebek was muttering something about the world's
highest roller coaster, forgetting that mothers and daughters were
screaming in delightful descent that very day.

You could be out splashing in puddles right now. Last I checked
there is no drought. Why then must there be scarcity of levity?

Of course, philosophers argue that nobody accomplishes anything
through happiness. Go starve in the streets like the mangy dogs you are,
you frivolous childish happy little petty people. Philosophers argue and
therein is their indictment. Excerpt from a philosopher's resume:

EXPERIENCE
Opposing positions disproved: 18

Can't you graybeards and your sycophantic collegiate disciples say
Yes for once? Bend your necks up from those musty tomes and breathe a
little life. Trade that dust for a pail and a shovel.

-

A lonely tear running in a rivulet
Down a wrinkled cheek pooling in Despair
No words comfort my lady anymore
And death seems not an ending but repair
Behind those eyes a hammer pounds on a
Coffin nail and the ghost of Poe hovers silent
And in front of those eyes everything
Is bright and butter scotch and here a child
And there a kitten and a puppy dancing and so
My lady looks outside

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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #993, BY ANODYNE - 12/25/99 ]

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