Time Machine Redux

From: iDRMRSR <alex.i.thymia@depression.org>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Mon, Sep 2, 2002 1:44 AM

I found a way to travel back to 1967.

Just tune into the Jerry Lewis Telethon!

I've had this theory for a long time that, like Chinese Politicians,
there really is a substance or procedure that can prolong life. Only,
you've really got to sell your soul to get some of it. You do your bit,
and damn, you live past 90, no ifs ands or buts. Usually it's reserved
for folks like Ronald Reagan, jazz musicians, Pablo Picasso, and the
like. I think this secret agency decides who is going to get the next
dose based upon some hazy and unclear agenda.

I also think there is an occasional leak, where a rogue kind of just
sells the stuff or does the procedure for cold cash. Then, what happens
is, the guy who buys it gets really guilty knowing that he knows there
is a way to extend life, but is unable to tell anybody. Then they
decide, hell, I'll buy some for a few friends and then we'll go out and
use this for some good, like cure sick kids of something, anything so we
shut up and feel good about this big break we just bought for ourselves.

I mean, you're running around on a yacht and living in Las Vegas, and
then you see all these people who can't do things for themselves. Gotta
rip the heart strings knowing that YOU know it doesn't have to be that
way BUT you can't say a damn thing or people from the secret society are
gonna take it away from YOU. Ouch, ouch, ouch.

Heh, I'm pretty fucked up ain't I?

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