Re: More from the Resurrected Files
- Dear Father Avatar!
This sure brought back memories!
But when are you going to post more recipes?
Rdr. James Morgan
--- In Irenikon@yahoogroups.com, H R Stockert <the.avatar@...> wrote:
> From the Resurrected Files....................a response to "Desiderata", herein
> D E T E R I O R A T A
> GO PLACIDLY AMID THE NOISE AND WASTE AND REMEMBER WHAT COMFORTthere may be in
> owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of
> sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself &
> heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys; know what to kiss & 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 &
> disillusionment & 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, & 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
> ocean 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,
> birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan; & let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
> HIRE PEOPLE WITH HOOKS. For a good time, call 555-4311; ask for Tammy. Take
> heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese;
> & 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 conceive Him to be - Hairy
> Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises, & urban
> renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. Give up.
> (c) 1986
> From the Realized Eschaton