In article <f5i4lh01um5@news2.newsguy.com>,
"bam-bam" <dav2dd@gmail.com> wrote:

I have been doing well, sitting here along being bothered by the signs
and
symptoms of depression. I am enraged by today's quality of life as new
genes
are placed in soda and surrounds live life in the duldrums of society.
While
Elvis lives on to be a millionaire in perhaps Kentucky, where, I don't
know
if he is there where Jesus is. Perhaps I am on golden pond, where
millions
of ameoba went to an after life that was once mentioned by my dead friend
who committed suicide, after going on trial while in acoma. I suggest an
alimated societal procesdure may be in place while recovery be an upmost
procedure, while greetings from space may be inclined to include a
computer
programmed to send out the signal every seven months, instead of every 12
years. Maybe soon, we will reach contact with the nearest inhabited
planet.
Perhaps we are it. Underneath the clouds of anticipated rain that I
experienced in my dream last night, I decided that I was in a projectory
of
rage and alienation that some day shall appear in a gross column of
acqlinition, maybe my shrink. I hope, that you have a nice day.

I used to look up at the stars and feel like crying, thinking about all
the other planets with intelligent life on them that we'll never, ever
be able to make contact with. Well, I did cry, but only once, on a bus
crossing the Bronx, when I was maybe 18. But it really is kind of
heartbreaking, wondering about their lives, knowing we'll never know.

Mark