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The point of science
The point of science is to open something up, and pull it's guts onto the table. From here you fondle the goo, pulling out all the little bits, proving they are your friends. Scientists are the bravest member s of society--after the gays. If you can prove these facts, then you must be a scientist yourself.
So go forth with this mentality into the world. Disect it for your own knowledge. Disect your friends without them even knowing it. Disect the mail lady; ask her how her husband is doing. Disect a tree, disect a book, disect an emotion. Don't worry about putting anything back together: a real scientist never cleans up their own mess.
The point of science is to prove the existence of an ultimate truth. Love, hate, truth, denial, time, space, among others, are all eternal. We can prove this by destroying everything and letting someone else put it back together. Go forth my monkey slaves, and annihilate.
Everybody hates you cause nobody loves you cause all you do is mean things to people you flirt with the peoples you steal from the peoples you cry to the uncaring and now nobody likes you feel sorry for wet eyeballs the drugs keep you hyper till sun comes over buildings the morning makes you happy then anxiety is gone and you sleep under city trees police walk right by because this place has no crack heads and somebody likes you for that time you made them breakfast with vegan ingredients and then you masturbated to pictures on face book cause nobody takes you to New York for Sonic Youth shows and that’s why the Pulitzer doesn’t mean a thing on cocaine and sleep is for boring people with careers and little babies when you’re famous you think they like you but more people don’t like you and they only want you to fail so the best thing to do is be as weird as possible.
Sometimes I take my ego for a walk
Just let it roam free
Accusing the sun of joy
Nesting with birds on stone cold windows
Sometimes I let my ego dance
Without attachment
I don’t laugh, I don’t cry
No future, no past
Nothing gets done
So I keep the leash attached
Oh ego I love you
And all the things you do
Without you I would never write
Never play guitar
Stay home on Friday night
Sex is meaningless
Happy, sad, angry
I’m not even sure what ego is
But I take it for a walk
We are good friends, or not
Fuck you, I love you
Coffee Shop
People drinking coffee, staring
Some are having tea
Non fat milk
Man in camouflage, erection under pants
One woman, still obsessed with Dinosaurs
Drinking, sucking the hot liquids
Caffeine, replacing testosterone, estrogen
Mini society within the coffee shop
Baristas want to go home, watch Lost on ABC
Yell at their cheating boyfriend in the street
Where everybody can hear
Hopped up on caffeine, non-fat chai latte
Girl wants someone to pick her up
But when people talk, she acts uninterested
Old guy has dandruff, all over his black sports coat
He doesn’t care, he fought in
He needs Earl Grey
Young student spells out the evils of consumerism
Nobody is listening, so he gets louder
One Asian girl finds this attractive
He might be her alpha male
But nobody is talking to her, because she’s ugly
Dance mix 99 on the stereo
Who listens to this crap?
Slurp back more caffeine, getting agitated
Thump, thump, thump, thump
Party time in the coffee shop
Yeah bitch. I swear in my head
Fuck yeah!
I can swear in my head in the coffee shop
Piss shit fuck slut whore pimp!
I’m rocking out to dance mix 99 on caffeine
With the woman dreaming about dinosaurs
And the horny guy in army fatigues
And the lonely girl
And the anarchist student
And the bored baristas
We are all in the coffee shop
Fuck yeah!
And I can swear in my fucking head bitch shit fag
Because unless there are psychics in here, nobody can hear me
And the sun is going down
People are all hopped up, ready to go home
Log onto face book
Only to stop and empty their bladders of caffeine
Before going out to get drunk, and attempt to mate
Except for the ugly ones, they don’t like to go out
They just go for coffee, sometimes caffeine free apple cider
Like little sissies, fuck shit bitch asshole pimp-hand yeah!
This is my coffee shop
And I can swear in my head
