From: bennyl%FAB8.INTEL.COM@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU (BENNY LEBOVITS)
To: TMANCUSO@drunivac.bitnet (Tina Mancuso)
Subject: Deteriorata
Date: Mon, 12 Nov 90 12:39:54 PST

Deteriorata

(National Lampoon)

(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.)
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