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I'm listening again to the raving madmen on the radio screaming about Islamo-Nazis and Defeatists and Dems and Libs, right now he's playing all the service songs... fight songs... of the army, navy, marines, coast guard... and in the car on the way home and on the way back Kyle fed in (new age folk?) cds he seemed proud to be feeding in. Aren't we all just looking for our lives?
Now there's a scientist, I think he might be, on the next show which explores wonderful alien conspiracies, talking about skulls and "starchildren", I think it has to do with a theory that aliens bred their DNA into us a long long time ago... aliens.
And I heard this morning on the science show that they're trying to create tiny black holes by smacking protons together, and maybe, new universes, that explode.
I ask again, aren't we just looking for ourselves? Well of course we are, you say. There has to be something better to do, and I'm not talking about drugs. You say if we don't get those Islamo-Nazis and if we don't protest those Neocons and if we don't figure out that it was the aliens that made us and if we don't get ourselves a tiny black hole or at least see what happens with these protons we might regret it.
We might not. We might have a really good time together eating pumkin pie, everybody likes pumkin pie. I might work the rest of my life and not make enough money and die. I don't sit around and wonder what happens to people who do make enough money or don't, at least not recently, but enough about money, we all just want some food, and a safe screw, and maybe something to write or draw with, a good warm soft place to sleep... right? Or what else?
So I'm going to answer my own question already, it just seems to me that we're pissing ourselves off over problems that we don't have to look around too hard for...art school, there, that pissed me off. The radio says that the alien skull has bone ten times as strong as ours. Cool. My best guess at the answer to this question about why people are looking for aliens and terrorists and president bush and black holes and shit that we like and don't like and what we can and can't do for ourselves and everyone else: I don't know, I don't care.
Is it a human thing to pick out things we don't like and shoot them and pick out things we do like and feed them? Alright so we're territorial, is that a human thing or an alien thing or a liberal thing? Which came first, the question or the answer or the chicken or eggs or nalgene bottles? The extinction of the do-do bird. Shame, shame, shame! Extraterrestial aerospace technology, not my bag. Let's just let it be history, eh? Clean slate. All you CIA NSA alien beings come out of the closet! We'll write you all down from six billion angles, and then we'll start over, you know, meeting each other, fucking, eating, sleeping, talking, solving little things along the way like fossil fuels and before you know it all our guns will be rusty. And about those protons... I know it's tempting. I think we should try it, I'm a big risk taker, it'll be ok if you say so, keep it down though, don't let the public know so much about it, they might remember the gun and kill you before you kill them, even though you wouldn't do that, but they probably think you're some kind of sicko who wants to wipe them out, they get it so don't tell them, but you don't get it, do you, fermilab man? Wait a minute, did you say you were German? It's ok, I still trust you. It was a joke. Jokes are fun/Don't make guns. Make jokes. And rollercoasters. Fun things. Guns are no fun. You're no fun if you like guns. If you like guns I'm not going to talk to you or eat with you or fuck you either, fuck you, go move over there, on the other hill, where it's sunnier and they only eat beans. We'll try and figure out something to take care of those guns, you try and shoot us or strangle us or something. Are we supposed to kill each other? Was it engrained in the alien DNA? Somebody check that out before someone shoots me, I don't know, I don't care.
Now there's a scientist, I think he might be, on the next show which explores wonderful alien conspiracies, talking about skulls and "starchildren", I think it has to do with a theory that aliens bred their DNA into us a long long time ago... aliens.
And I heard this morning on the science show that they're trying to create tiny black holes by smacking protons together, and maybe, new universes, that explode.
I ask again, aren't we just looking for ourselves? Well of course we are, you say. There has to be something better to do, and I'm not talking about drugs. You say if we don't get those Islamo-Nazis and if we don't protest those Neocons and if we don't figure out that it was the aliens that made us and if we don't get ourselves a tiny black hole or at least see what happens with these protons we might regret it.
We might not. We might have a really good time together eating pumkin pie, everybody likes pumkin pie. I might work the rest of my life and not make enough money and die. I don't sit around and wonder what happens to people who do make enough money or don't, at least not recently, but enough about money, we all just want some food, and a safe screw, and maybe something to write or draw with, a good warm soft place to sleep... right? Or what else?
So I'm going to answer my own question already, it just seems to me that we're pissing ourselves off over problems that we don't have to look around too hard for...art school, there, that pissed me off. The radio says that the alien skull has bone ten times as strong as ours. Cool. My best guess at the answer to this question about why people are looking for aliens and terrorists and president bush and black holes and shit that we like and don't like and what we can and can't do for ourselves and everyone else: I don't know, I don't care.
Is it a human thing to pick out things we don't like and shoot them and pick out things we do like and feed them? Alright so we're territorial, is that a human thing or an alien thing or a liberal thing? Which came first, the question or the answer or the chicken or eggs or nalgene bottles? The extinction of the do-do bird. Shame, shame, shame! Extraterrestial aerospace technology, not my bag. Let's just let it be history, eh? Clean slate. All you CIA NSA alien beings come out of the closet! We'll write you all down from six billion angles, and then we'll start over, you know, meeting each other, fucking, eating, sleeping, talking, solving little things along the way like fossil fuels and before you know it all our guns will be rusty. And about those protons... I know it's tempting. I think we should try it, I'm a big risk taker, it'll be ok if you say so, keep it down though, don't let the public know so much about it, they might remember the gun and kill you before you kill them, even though you wouldn't do that, but they probably think you're some kind of sicko who wants to wipe them out, they get it so don't tell them, but you don't get it, do you, fermilab man? Wait a minute, did you say you were German? It's ok, I still trust you. It was a joke. Jokes are fun/Don't make guns. Make jokes. And rollercoasters. Fun things. Guns are no fun. You're no fun if you like guns. If you like guns I'm not going to talk to you or eat with you or fuck you either, fuck you, go move over there, on the other hill, where it's sunnier and they only eat beans. We'll try and figure out something to take care of those guns, you try and shoot us or strangle us or something. Are we supposed to kill each other? Was it engrained in the alien DNA? Somebody check that out before someone shoots me, I don't know, I don't care.