the future as you may like...or not

well today was strange i came i saw and i was, who would have ever guessed that that would have been the case, by the case i don’t mean a suitcase, well i could, do i mean a suitcase...yes i do, a suitcase it is then, im thinking of black leather one, not well worn with gold snap lock and the number dial lock, but there is a problem, im also thinking of one of those silver numbers, they remind me of the nineties, but the nineties trying to be the future...just like future ninjas those haphazard bastards covered in deep fried crumbs, do you know why that is? well i’ll tell you once upon a time there was a man, he liked to deep fry things but he didn’t have a deep frier because they weren’t invented yet so he tried to come up with one but nothing he did worked and he had been trying for quite a stab of his lifetime so he decided that to have more time to make a deep frier he would build a time machine, but that didn’t quite work the way he wanted, it would not go to the past it would only go to the future but this did not matter to...what was his name? was it computer love...no...future face...no...it was deep future, future fried, deep face future or future deep face anyone one you prefer (if you don’t like any of them then you could make up your own and insert it here...................................................................................................................................)
now let me just read and fine where we’re up to...here we are, number dial lock...no thats not it...there was a man...no...ah here it is, here it is but this did not matter for everything in the future was deep fried! so he sent anything he could eat (and things that he couldn’t but did try, oh how he did try) to the future where in about eight minutes time it would return to the past deep fried.
now some people think this man, oily face of the future, as some referred to him died of a heart attack because of all the stakes he sent to the future but i like to believe that he died from loneliness.