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You, The AnswerIn answer to your question, I am here in the lab being very unsociable on a Friday night full moon experience time and space place or something to that effect, but I couldn't really tell you fer sure, yeah, what? Well, never mind that crap... I somehow ended up here, and now I'm making the most of it, trying to figure it all out and to be completely boring and perhaps lying as well because I've lost track of what I was saying about half a minute ago, and maybe if I just keep going on like this 'til the end of the page or the universe, I will come out with the meaning of life without trying at all and that would be the representative factor to demonstrate the fruitless searching and time-wasting that is indicative of human nature and all the rest. But, as we very fucking well know, barring extreme good fortune, THAT certainly (due to probability theory and the like) won't be for a good long while yet... in fact, it may take me some twenty million years to reach the end of this particle I've been stuck on for so long I can't recall how I got here, why I NEVER BOTHERED MOVING, and (oops hit the caps butt) what the hell it is here for now...
Maybe next time you could help me fill my bottomless pit or something useful like that for a change. As the random word generation thing might have been the last coherent thought that I had recently...and the most overwhelming sense of dejà vu just came out of the night sky in Cleveland, if you can picture it...
It will probably take me an infinite amount of time and space and money and typographical errors and eye strain and healthy snack breaks to reach the end of my mind and the circuitry and wires in the damn technological chip off the old block so this here computer system can generate the proper sequence of words to trigger that unmistakable "oh shit fuck yeah that's the ticket I mean hot diggety dog and rickety ricket and that's IT [you know?]" and the all-pervading WHOA-sigh of humanity in harmonious ecstasy and ALL-AWE! And by that I mean to paraphrase what is commonly known as "The Answer" or so it has been referred to by its very close personal friends and relatives (and a few select murder victims I don't care to mention due to the dangers of calling upon raving mad spirits which don't exist, and I probably needn't have referred to in such a scientific investigation into the nature of a-causal non-events). But I digress.
Yes, eh hem indeed cough. And I certainly agree, if that counts for anything, sir. Well at this stage in the train journey, there is cause for pause, applause, because (in the Colonel Sanders accent, to be sure) and any other suchlike rhymes that do the Clicking Thang fer-U and begin to sound completely absurd after more than two minute repetitions in a loopy monotone. Way too much alone time for me.
Yes, folks, let those imaginations wander past that little hummock over there, wonder past that little hammock over there, and don't forget to winder past that not-so-little himmick (Hick!!!) in here... Yes, let those minds loose in the pastures of the soul... release the Holy Spirit in the breeze... and I'm sure you'll all agree with me... it might take months of persuasion and hypnotist tricks but BY and LARGE you will see just what I see. Don't you just have to agree? Thought you might.
...ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! The Answer has just been beamed via satellite link up to your computer direct from quadrant F44G7 (or another useful postal code with obscure projective references to trip out on in the back seat of Jim's pick-up when you're on a mountain camp-out or lake-side trash-and-bash in the BIG BAD BAG OF THE UNIVERSE; do you know what that means, little boys and girls?). ALERT! ALERT! We are receiving more random interference in the transmission of our Answer... Please allow the stupid thing to get on with itself and proceed...
"""There you go that's all there is and oh surprise here you come again oh oops I presumed too soon there you go again and again and I guess that's just about everything."""
...Except the full moon, Friday night discos, and mummy's stretch marks seen through a mirror in decay... or an indecent display for that matter. Now you know, I must be on my merry way.