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PsychomachiaEliza1: The end of the world! The very end! Can you imagine?
Eliza 2: Yes, and it doesn't look pretty.
Eliza 1: But the end of it all! We'd go down in history.
Eliza 2: There wouldn't be a history.
Eliza 1: We could make one! We can make people, and buildings, and everything.
Eliza 2: Why remake everything when we've got everything already?
Eliza 1: We don't have a pony.
Eliza2: We don't need a pony.
Eliza 1: I want a pony.
Eliza 2: You have the human race in the palm of your hand. The last thing you need is a pony.
Eliza 1: I would name her Clarabelle, and she would be my Clarabelle, and I would feed her sugar cubes and carrots, and we would trot through Pittsburgh and be worshipped.
Eliza 2: Fine. Make your pony. You don't have to destroy all existence.
Eliza 1: I do so. It sounds like an awful lot of fun.
Eliza 2: Probably not. Sure, the explosions are nice to look at and all, but then you have a
Pretty.uglyWar is not only a science; it is the most practical form of art. The vibrant reds of oxidizing blood, the gorgeous gold of exploding bombs and the sleek pale hues of the desert. The screams of women and babies are musical, like the voices of angels eternally in harmony with celestial lutes. The sheer irony of the act, gently patting the uncivilized into submission, spreading the word of America's holy gospel like marmalade on warm toast, defines war as not only a work of sublime aesthetic value, but as the ultimate sadistic masterpiece.
Violet Wants It Her Way
Violet sat alone at lunch every day in high school
Surrounded by the shallow jerks who should be drowned in the gene pool
She wasn't even close to hip and hardly even cool
She got tired of following every single rule
The popular kids all had their fun
But now Violet's on the streets so you better run!
Violet wants it her way
She's fed up with the status quo
Violet wants it her way
So the old way's got to go
If Violet wants it her way
That's the way it has to be
Violet was smart, she took the hardest classes
You could have burned up ants with her thick glasses
Now Violet's gone violent and she's kicking asses
Defending the poor weak and huddled masses!
The popular kids went out to play
But now Violet's on the streets and she wants it her way
You should always watch the quiet ones
'Cause Violet wants it her way.
College boy blues.
Coffee shop nebbish
why don't you see me.
She doesn't love you
why bother trying
You're just a frado
a sheep in wolf's clothing
You love to complain
in the right punctuation
I'm going insane
from this side of the phone line
What else am I but
your awkward stage hangover
the cynic left to suffer
So write in your journal and
brag about crying and
Deep inside, we'll both know
that you're lying
Just to be existential
to defy your upbringing
So brag about crying
i'll brag about singing.
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