Dearest Comrades!
We do not understand the ways of the future! When we walk our feet tread only upon the ground, we have not perfected teleportation, solar power, and especially this, the skin of man was not meant to survive naked in winter. We made a jacket, we made a knife, we made fire, and like this, we survived, we ate only potatoes, but we survived, we were still cold, but we survived. Persevered. A science teacher in middle school once told me, that if a starving human and a cow were locked in room, the human, without tools, would starve to death. He cannot chew through the hide, nor tear at the jugular. A tiger has large canine teeth and claws. Not to mention that the raw meat would most likely upset the human's stomach. But as I said we do not understand the ways of the future.
However, Peter Prometheus-Winters does.
This man found me in a crowd. I am from Morgantown. Were his first words. I knew this was bullshit because of his plastic suit. Comrades, in Morgantown it is not the fashion to wear plastic suits. Especially not with zipper running from top of ass to bottom of belly-button. This man could only be from the future. In the future we will wear these suits to reflect our moods, much like the mood ring, the mood necklace, and mood nail polish. Peter Prometheus-Winters was an artist. He designed this very suit and many like it. Though he primarily deals in statues of snails and photographs of feet. His futurist knowledge made him a Da Vinci of sorts. He told me to come with him if I wanted to live, then he asked me for forty dollars, so that he could get some diesel gasoline to go, and see his mother who was dying of cancer in Wheeling. It seems odd that we would not cure cancer in the future, and especially that his mother was here and not there. Alas! Peter continued on, in 1981, Peter Prometheus-Winters approached president Reagan and attempted to mandate that all of America's children wear the plastic mood suits. He was arrested. He tried again in 89, but H.W. Bush did the same, as did Clinton. In 2000 he retured home. To Morgantown. Man was not ready for the plastic mood suit. Perhaps it is the zipper that deters our interest?
However, Peter Prometheus-Winters does.
This man found me in a crowd. I am from Morgantown. Were his first words. I knew this was bullshit because of his plastic suit. Comrades, in Morgantown it is not the fashion to wear plastic suits. Especially not with zipper running from top of ass to bottom of belly-button. This man could only be from the future. In the future we will wear these suits to reflect our moods, much like the mood ring, the mood necklace, and mood nail polish. Peter Prometheus-Winters was an artist. He designed this very suit and many like it. Though he primarily deals in statues of snails and photographs of feet. His futurist knowledge made him a Da Vinci of sorts. He told me to come with him if I wanted to live, then he asked me for forty dollars, so that he could get some diesel gasoline to go, and see his mother who was dying of cancer in Wheeling. It seems odd that we would not cure cancer in the future, and especially that his mother was here and not there. Alas! Peter continued on, in 1981, Peter Prometheus-Winters approached president Reagan and attempted to mandate that all of America's children wear the plastic mood suits. He was arrested. He tried again in 89, but H.W. Bush did the same, as did Clinton. In 2000 he retured home. To Morgantown. Man was not ready for the plastic mood suit. Perhaps it is the zipper that deters our interest?
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