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What if there’s aliens Did ya ever think ‘bout that What could they even be Show me scientific stats They probably fart and poop And might sing stupid songs Regardless of what you think If you think they look like people You’re wrong. What if they look like snakes Or just a tiny bit of cells What if their touch is our taste What if their sight is our smells Some say they might not exist But how would we even know Its much more fun to agree with The guy with the hair from that one show Aliens will not look like your precious baby They might look like a giraffe / insect maybe They might have a different culture Sex might not be hidden If they come to earth they might Do things that we’ve forbidden Nothing that would get me banned For posting this online Sorry to get meta but We can’t ignore the paradigm SAFE EXAMPLE: What if they think Feces isn’t weird I’d agree but With some nuance That would surely Get me smeared What if they like To eat the bones Of their deceased What if when you Eat the most bones Your societal rewards increase Aliens won’t look like Giorgio Tsoukalos They might look really fucked up You don’t even know

I put my hand in somethin’ strange behind a dumpster in a parking lot. And now I feel a little changed My hand is turning red and burning hot Look at my hand, its so enflamed, because the dumpster in the parking lot. It’s growing spots, and getting big, and sort of stinking like the flesh might rot. I go to the doctor He gives me some creams l’m bioluminescent I might have an unpleasant and rare disease I put my hand in somethin’ strange behind a dumpster in a parking lot, I put my hand in somethin’ strange behind a dumpster in a parking lot, The substance wasn’t quite wet But it still felt unsafe. My hand is glowing and is white hot I don’t like the way this feels at all. i put my hand in something strange, And now it looks like abstract modern art. My DNAs been rearranged Behind the dumpster in the parking lot I can’t touch things without thinking I don’t know if I’m contagious at all On the bright side, it looks real cool, Even though it makes my body look small I can’t complain It looks quite nice Like a cool sculpture Made of green ice My emerald limb with an opposable yet unmoving thumb Although I like it still at times I wish it wasn’t so numb I put my hand in somethin’ strange (In somethin’ strange) behind a dumpster (A dumpster) in a parking lot, I put my hand in (Woo!) somethin’ strange (Maybe night meats is the cure) behind a dumpster (Maybe not!) in a parking lot

I just watched a video presented in a way That changed the way I watch the videos I watched online the other day. I watched and listened closely or at least it seemed so, ’Til I was sent another source of course debunking what id just been shown. So then I looked for something to push back on what I had just seen And what I found when I was done won me over or so it seemed It was a blog post that claimed the subject had been covered wrong. So then to find the deepest truth i stayed up online all night long. Then while eating night meats I looked in the mirror and confirmed I’ve been online way too long and I’ve got brain worms Maybe I should go into the forest and sit down And retrieve the feelings I surrendered to the notification sound Advertisements swirling in my tiny little head As I watch the time in my own life slipping toward the very end Never would I use my music to talk you into some shit Making videos to hypnotize you to profit off of it Not to change the subject, but for just a moment, let me ask Have you ever questioned why you ever even clean your ass? Shouldn’t everyone just have to deal with the smell of shit Adapting to the scent until we’re all just comfortable with it Not sure if you’ve ever worn a diaper but it’s kind of nice Might be cool for you to do that for your whole entire life. If you don’t like diapers maybe you can just take a chance. Just don’t forget to click like and subscribe and also shit your pants

Im so smart you should listen I think thoughts look at my brain Come watch my Live discussion im a pub- lic intellectual Secretly im dumb as fuckin shit nothing ive ever said is legit i drank too much of my own kool aid between sips breathe my own farts get paid to say anything that seems to sway your opinion I can say giant words like circumnavigation disambiguation generalisation floccinaucinihilipilification My IQ is so high My brain is not in my head It’s in the sky Im the smartest and I don’t know why When it comes to that I’m not your guy I’m the smartest because I say so Night meats might be what made my brain grow

In the basement on the couch Whole worlds like a cold goose flying south. i see the signs in everything hidden messages that tell me what I’m s’posed to sing A sign that says “the future’s now” Right before the future happens and I Still say wow I believe connections happen where perhaps they don’t I can’t do the math to find out Either way I wont Cause I think that this might be a simulation We got wires in the back of our real heads We’re stuck in a computer like the Matrices movies But we don’t have Morphei to call our friends I try to not overreact Can’t stop seeing glitches in the code and that’s a fact The creator of Dilbert agrees with all of the above He and I will find out what life is a simulation of I’ve also noticed they change time No one knows the Berenstain Bears they know deep down its Berenstein Its like the computer that runs the world ran out of RAM Must have been confusing when Sinbad found out about Shazaam I think that this might be a simulation We got wires in the back of our real heads We’re stuck in a computer like the Matrices movies And I’m not quite sure what to believe instead And the Night Meats might be all inside in my head Maybe morpheus will offer me some meds

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Life is rough Life is but a dream It’s all been asinine A tainted scene My frames been realigned And still its cracked The pieces disappear Into a hole that just reacts I spend a long time lookin’ back Followed by a light Bent over the couch trying to Take a peak inside The things I put in stay in Every time And only one conclusion comes to mind My asshole Is a portal Still I’m merely mortal We should clearly use my ass to teleport Stuff lest we know we have the chance My asshole Is a portal Is it normal? I have to touch my nipples for some reason to direct things where to go My asshole Is a portal Still I’m merely mortal The things you put in my ass travel Through space and time to distant lands My asshole Is a portal Is it normal? No questions need be assed Just put stuff in my ass and don’t ass for it back Touch my nipples then ya gotta get in my ass Get you to your destination real fuckin fast

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