You know you’re living in hard times when even the devil can’t pay his rent. Sacre Blue!
I thought of this watching an old TV show. In it a character, a writer, complains that he sold his soul to the devil and now the time is up and the hellhounds are coming round to drag him down to hell. That’s now his complaint though.
“I shoulda asked for fame, instead I asked for talent.”
How true. How true. At least with fame he would have gotten laid more often instead, having talent without “the convenient social graces that open all doors, what he wound up with was a one way ticket to hell.
I try that racket but it didn’t work. The apparatus was not powerful enough apparently. When my ten years were up I looked at the hellhound, which in my case was a miniature schnauzer and said “I asked for fame and fortune. I was even willing to compromise on the small stuff. You call this fame and fortune. Who the hell knows who I am? I’m living on food stamps and haven’t had a decent bottle of wine in twenty years.
Now you come to me an expect me to quietly join the long line of chumps marching slowly to the big hot place? Piss off. And you can take your Google robots and they can piss off too. I deserve better. I’m a better person then what you want to make me out to be.”
The dog just shuffled it’s feet and grinned slightly, the S-O-B was trying to intimidate me, understand? Then it says
“We know where you live”
“Yeah,” I replied, “My dentist knows where I live too and I’m twice as fraid of him as I am of you.”
“You’ll be hearing from us” Then he shuffled off with a dozen or so suburbanites, their chains clanking in the gathering darkness.
Like I care. Like I care about anything WTF is the world gonna do to me? Kill me? Hey, My times a coming. It ain’t long I knows that and it ain’t my fault things got screwed up so badly. It’s yours.
Look over to the right. See any comments? Why not. Lemmie tell ya something. I got peeps that are like professional word spitters and they pay me the compliment of ripping off my ideas. Normal people think I’m smart as anything too. My problem is my competitors are so driven to excel and succeed that they can’t say a nice word about anyone. It would lodge in their throats and choke em to death!
But always having some way of showing they are dissatisfied with things that is how they demonstrate they are smart – and heaven help them if they are not smart at least wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Tra la la
-- ALF
"Long Live the Revolution"
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Norma Deren
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