Wednesday, 2nd April 1997
A warm goodmorning from Workstation 42. Here in the comfort of a sterile environment, the tireless efforts of a tall, bearded graphic designer spool in colour from a nearby printer.
Slowly the machine runs and whirrs, rhythmically,
>click<>click<>click< ahhhrrr mmmmm...
lulling him into a trans-hypnotic trance state, where even the slightest suggestion can induce extreme reactions.
Try it yourself. Stand by a busy printer or photocopier. Relax, and focus your thoughts on the rhythm of the machine. Then close your eyes and silently whisper to yourself, "I am an ostrich, I am an ostrich, I am an ostrich....", and within seconds you will assume the kinetic characteristics of an ostrich. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go and stick my head in a cup of coffee.
B
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