A few mumbling about nothing.
There’s a cadence to it.
You have a guy and a guitar, saying something.
Then you have a band, and they scope out their own shit,then a singer comes and mumbles on top of what they made.
Annddd.
The game is
“do you have anything to say?”
And did you frame it pleasingly?
Was the endeavor digestible?
Did you tell stories or did you abstract that mother fucker?
What were you talking about?
Were you trying to say something?
Is there an insight that you posses?
(Do you hate these mother fuckers?)
DO you feel bad for them..
Little waves man.
Little little waves and a camera moving farther and farther back.
(How far back can you go?)
To the fuckin dinosaurs.
Comets smashing into planets and Instagram influencers.
Approaching a technological horizon that people say I should be afraid of.
To what end?
If you’re going to leave the planet, and if you’re going to seed the galaxy,,,
I’d recommend fixing genetics first.
You’ll get some backlash for it, but I’d say “be picky”.
Not against lines of race or status or income.
I’d say be picky with the blood.
Take a good long look at people’s blood before they get on the spaceship.
Because,,,
Because because because…..
Because demons travel through time.
Bugs.. nuisance.
They happened way back then, and they picked families,, then they followed them,
Through time.
A family of 8?
(2… I bet I can get 2 of them)
Dice, genetic lottery, bow down before the gods of the random.
Machines pumping out numbers.
(Little bit of blue,,,little bit of red,,,)
Purple.
(Little bit of yellow, little bit of blue…)
Green.
ANd that’s mating, in a nutshell.
Which is fine, it’s worked for thousands of years,,,, but yo,,,
Hey,,,
Hear me,,,,
There’s stuff in there.
“Stuff”.
ANd you don’t want to send it into space.
It will fuck its way through the galaxy.
(Fruitful,, and multiply)
Bacteria in a Petrie dish…
Lock in, seek and find the genes,,,
Then don’t let them off this planet.
(A crisis for a thousand years later)
Baring an asteroid impact.
(Asteroid on steroids)
You can void the asteroid, on steroids,
Bleh,,,
Don’t do it!
In fact,,,
I’ll bite my tongue,,
That thing I was about to say,
I won’t say it.
I’ll give you the present tense and I’ll give you the Earth, do as you please,,
You fuckin will regardless,,,,
Promise me,, don’t promise me shit,,,
“I suggest”
You think first.
(They don’t think….)
No they do not….
They do not think….
Sad face.
Somebody kill me…
(Lulz)
Alright, this is just for the men,,for the males..
DO you,,,do you ever think about this right before you orgasm?
I’m being serious…
DO you not think of the death of the planet?
When it first starts,,it becomes uh,,,,a distraction…
Right at that last moment, swimming in the physical,,then this thought pops into your head…
(How’s it goin?)
Later on, many miles down the road,,it’s the only thought that gets you stimulated.
The only thing, that gives you sexual excitement,,,is the death of the species.
Welcome to my cult.
This is where we start making our commandments.
I DEMAND,,that my followers think and talk about the death of the species during sex. It’s a requirement.
If you can’t hang?
Then get the fuck out of here, we don’t WANT you.
I need you to tie together, in your mind, pornography and omnicide.
It’s day one.
We’ll spend as much time on it as we need to.
I need you,,,
To think about the living entity you are.
ANd I need you to see the consequences.
Annndd scene…
I kinda had fun with this one, fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya think.
Just fun..
La Dee dah,,
Having a good time.
Thinking about genetics and procreation,,
Fun!!
Right?!
Fuck you, it’s fun.
Your world is crazy, I’m just here,
dawn 