Friday, December 4, 2009


What we know is nothing.
So why are we so worked up anyway?
It's not that we've anything
to impress upon anyone.
We're as good and bad as we can get.
Time, relativity and the concept
of space can fuck your trip royally.
Nothing matters really.
All that you can do is
impress your fuckin tribe,
only one fourth of which knows anything.
Cool scientists that is.
We're beyond insignificantly small.
We're the nothin of nothing.

- June Bug

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