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   From: meanmrmustard@gmail.com   
      
   "noname" wrote in message news:ntemqm$a52$2@dont-email.me...   
      
   dagnabit wrote:   
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   >> "noname" wrote in message news:ntcouc$ucg$4@dont-email.me...   
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   >> Life's a cast-iron bitch,   
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   >> "noname" wrote in message news:ntcouc$ucg$4@dont-email.me...   
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   >> Personally I appreciate beauty in all its forms.   
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   > "a stagecoach full of feathers and   
   > footprints pulls up to my soapbox door."   
   >> jimi hendrix   
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   Footprints, huh? I thought Jimi was mostly too high to leave 'em.   
      
   Anyway, were you trying to point out an inconsistency? Sometimes life *is*   
   a cast-iron bitch, but once you let go of expectations, it gets easier to   
   see the beauty of the way the thing works. When we fuck up, things get   
   harder; when we don't, they get easier: duh. Likewise when things keep   
   working better and better, it seems not too unlikely that one isn't fucking   
   up too severely.   
      
   Of course if you just fell off a new horse and broke your leg, it's tough   
   to see the beauty in it, because the beauty of it's still in the future,   
   when the broken leg makes you not-good-enough to be impressed into the army   
   during a war.   
      
   I've been able to see the beauty of it for a while now. For example,   
   election campaign in the US is proceeding precisely as it must. Guess   
   what, *everything* proceeds *precisely* as it must.   
      
   You assignment, if you choose to accept it, is to figure out what that   
   means, so you can decide for yourself what you think about it.   
      
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   email: noname.1234567.abcdef@gmail.com   
      
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   no need. if everything proceeds as it must,   
   then thinking of it is simply superfluous.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   
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