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2HousePlague (04:00 PM) :
you’re a history buff, yes?
hudson (04:01 PM) :
not too much, but I like interesting things
hudson (04:01 PM) :
what’s that?
2HousePlague (04:01 PM) :
[a business letter]
2HousePlague (04:01 PM) :
it’s an interesting letter written by an enterprising fellow a long time ago
2HousePlague (04:01 PM) :
basically, he has no money
2HousePlague (04:02 PM) :
but he’s trying to get a letter from these people who own some land
2HousePlague (04:02 PM) :
agreeing to sell it to him for the same amount this fellow had negotiated apparently
2HousePlague (04:02 PM) :
on behalf of some original buyer
2HousePlague (04:03 PM) :
who has departed the picture
2HousePlague (04:03 PM) :
it’s clear to me he is then going to use this letter to secure the investors
2HousePlague (04:04 PM) :
the art of being a great broker is representing yourself as a serious buyer to the sellers and a serious seller to the buyers
2HousePlague (04:04 PM) :
it’s quite brialliant
hudson (04:05 PM) :
yes…being a broker is quite fun, especially if you have serious buyers and serious sellers
hudson (04:05 PM) :
it’s the perfect place to be
hudson (04:06 PM) :
so, where did you come up with this and is it a famous person?
2HousePlague (04:09 PM) :
oh, i just happened to find that document when i googled the name of my elementary school in corona

Once upon a time in Eastern Europe there was a band of gypsies who’s thing it was to go house to house whenever they were hungry and hadn’t any means. They’d ring a random doorbell and ask whomever answered for a pot to cook in and a stone.

“That’s all we need for soup.” they’d say and smile.

Incredulous, and eager to be entertained, the people in the house would usually produce a pot, a stone and gather round the gypsies to watch them make Stone Soup.

After about an hour of sitting together around the fire, some of the people from the house would begin to get hungry. “Is it soup yet?” they would ask. “Not yet” the gypsies would reply.

“But an onion, a potato and a ham bone would surely hurry it along…”

The moral of this story is “Capital without action is just money.”

Never does the mortal experience so crave its wings as in those moments before death. Press “PLAY.” So, I heave my tired bones from some gothic summit, surmounted by the fierceness of a purple sky, where millions of bats are making their dark festivities in the air. Very nice. Already I can take my cue from this. What an ironical God has been mine. He touches me even in my play. Fuck the new technologies, they only give the bastard more ways into my head. So this is my new sim deck, hot and Japanese. A true totem of my success. I can live anything I want, be any person I want. Total sensory immersion. It is my birthday, so I’ve given myself some time for this. I have 37 minutes of Nero’s life. The right 37. And then there’s the gender reversal thing, where I can play any one of an assortment of roles within the orgy scene. But right now there’s this cheesy intro to watch. Manufacturer’s chip: travel ads and all kinds of “thanks for choosing Sony” crap. Whatever. It gets better. This is some sort of death sim. (more…)