Do not feed the copy. Do not give him hope. Don’t let his dreams come true. Do not feed him, instead, give him a lot of shit to eat. Do not cry if he doesn´t get satisfied. Do not feed the copy. Just watch him through that cristal cage, writing, and writing. If he doesn´t want to eat that shit, don´t be surprised. He knows that you are watching.
Do not feed him. Instead put poison in his drink. Kill his hope, kill his dreams.
But don´t tell him what to do.
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Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym(3 days a week),getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,at ease,eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats), a patient better driver,a safer car(baby smiling in back seat),sleeping well(no bad dreams), no paranoia, careful to all animals(never washing spiders down the plughole), keep in contact with old friends(enjoy a drink now and then), will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall), favors for favors,fond but not in love,
charity standing orders, on Sundays ring road supermarket (no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),car wash (also on Sundays),no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,nothing so childish - at a better pace, slower and more calculated,no chance of escape,
now self-employed, concerned (but powerless),an empowered and informed member of society(pragmatism not idealism),will not cry in public,less chance of illness,tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat), a good memory, still cries at a good film, still kisses with saliva, no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick,
that's driven into frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness), calm,fitter,healthier and more productive, a pig in a cage on antibiotics.
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