I wanted to live in that retro future that those kids in the 50s knew was coming. My favorite past was always the potential future. I suppose jumpsuits with really long zippers could get old after awhile, but if I had a neurotic robot as a friend I doubt I'd spend much time thinking about my shiny jumpsuit. I guess it would kind-of suck only eating pills too. Maybe this whole retro future thing is a crock of shit? And while we're at it what is a "crock" anyway? Who the hell is making up all this stupid shit? There's probably some group of guys in lab coats deep beneath the earth's surface testing new words on monkeys. I promise that if I ever get appointed as the "Minister of Creating Words" I'll avoid testing on monkeys and I'll make cool words. (Unless the lobbyists decide to buy me.) Then I'll make up the dumbest crap you've ever seen and maybe even test the words on kids or prison inmates. I'd really like to test make-up on prison inmates. I'm sure you would get better results than with a shaved rabbits ass. You could make the inmates all nice and purdy and then send them into the showers covered in mascara and lipstick. It would be interesting to see the response. Actually it would probably be horrifying. Which is why we would cancel the testing after men started having monster babies in prison. The monster babies would have to be torn from there parents and sent outside the prison walls. The make-up covered inmates would weep in front of television cameras for shocking news features. The news anchor would nod at the appropriate places and those of us watching at home would do the same. The elderly woman that nodded too far drown in her soup. Maybe she just cared too much? Or maybe her turkey resembling neck just gave out? "I think it's wrong for us ask questions." said the care taker who had held her head down and been selling her used underpants on the internet to sex perverts.
That retro future doesn't sound so bad after all.
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