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Personal Time Machine

Rod Taylor in the movie The Time Machine

One day Greg honestly assessed his economic affairs.

The truth was all too hard to swallow: liabilities were set to exceed earnings for a number of years to come. In spite of employing an array of calculation methods, the math refused to obey his wishes. Damned numbers painted a picture of rather miserable prospects: occupying empty, dirty, microscopic rooms in shabby suburbs; riding dilapidated bicycles or hitchhiking; wearing shoes with holes; zero entertainment; no girlfriends; prison terms for unpaid bills; depression; death of hunger; disposal of his withered body by state (with nobody attending the cremation procedure).

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Templates for Happiness

Templates for happiness

Greg decided to write something, because he simply loved writing. He began thus to study how to become a successful author.

By exploring mines of internet knowledge, he learned everything that contemporary readers expect: breaking longer paragraphs into shorter ones (so the eyes are not overwhelmingly strained); using ordinary language (so the brains are protected from overheating); not exceeding three hundred words per post (so the fashionable impatience is well accommodated); utilizing spell- and grammar-check (to come across as truly professional); discussing trendy topics, like movie or football stars, sensational news, sex, computer games, latest gadgets, useful tips etc. (to gain momentarily recognition as an astute critic or hobbyist).

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Universally Accepted Message

Universally Spread, Understood and Accepted Message

Reading about yet another corrupted politician made Greg revolted to the bone.

Outrageous! Some selfish criminal squanders taxpayers’ money on his own pleasures! On top of that, the audacious swine dares to deny the undeniable! Hang the monster, then skin him and sprinkle the raw flash with salt! Publically, so even kids can derive satisfaction from the just punishment! Those underprivileged, robbed, hungry, thin, big-eyed, deserving more toddlers!

And why do masses vote for the crook? They elevate him on the pedestal of glory, subsequently fearing the guy, as if he were some sort of deity. Confusing, idiotic situation: the thief robs adoring him crowds!

Not finding much logic in those painted by the fuming mind, grotesque pictures, Greg lighted a cigarette, sipped some coffee, rested troubled head on his hand and stared at the space in front of him. “How many people will read this?” he thought. “How many will establish any opinion on this particular journalistic piece?”

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