A computer game retailer revealed that it legally owns the souls of thousands of online shoppers, thanks to a clause in the terms and conditions agreed to by online shoppers.
The retailer, British firm GameStation, added the “immortal soul clause” to the contract signed before making any online purchases earlier this month. It states that customers grant the company the right to claim their soul.
“By placing an order via this Web site on the first day of the fourth month of the year 2010 Anno Domini, you agree to grant Us a non transferable option to claim, for now and for ever more, your immortal soul. Should We wish to exercise this option, you agree to surrender your immortal soul, and any claim you may have on it, within 5 (five) working days of receiving written notification from gamesation.co.uk or one of its duly authorised minions.”
GameStation’s form also points out that “we reserve the right to serve such notice in 6 (six) foot high letters of fire, however we can accept no liability for any loss or damage caused by such an act. If you a) do not believe you have an immortal soul, b) have already given it to another party, or c) do not wish to grant Us such a license, please click the link below to nullify this sub-clause and proceed with your transaction.”
While this is really interesting and hilarious, what’s even better is that it’s on FOXnews.com, so the comments are priceless.
Por ejemplo: If you voted for Obama, you sold your soul too.
But, GUYS, if he’s not ‘merican, where’d he get his soul from in the first place?
spring is simultaneously the most busy, fun, and sad season. there is so much growing and color and planning, but running right next to us like a big muddy river, just parallel to all the pink trees, is memory and loss.
we do well. we get drunk in the yard during the day. we awash ourselves in papers and notes and homework to get through the semester. we make summer plans. but it is always there. it’s a tightrope, a tense confusion, a just keep moving.
who knows how to handle it, who knows what the right thing to do is. just keep on living amongst the living and keeping our eyes on that river.
For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours:
For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.
And when the sun rises we are afraid
it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
So it is better to speak
we were never meant to survive
Audre Lorde “A Litany for Survival”
whenever i’m scared or nervous or weak, i tell myself repeatedly “it is better to speak. it is better to speak. we were never meant to survive.” the part in bold is written on the bathroom wall of the english building, and it is a good daily reminder.