The picture tube blasts its slime above my head. I wonder if Dr. Farnsworth would have thought ninety years after his invention it would have slowly evolved into the medium by which an entire population is kept lazy and afraid. Give me a bucket of canned laughter to drown my sorrows in.
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So many words do not seem to comfort a searching for the true reality. What matters? What is worth fighting for? If I reject everything I have been taught and strike out on my own just like so many before me am I truly a pioneer? Give me an original idea and I will show you its dead owner.
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So many words do not seem to comfort a searching for the true reality. What matters? What is worth fighting for? If I reject everything I have been taught and strike out on my own just like so many before me am I truly a pioneer? Give me an original idea and I will show you its dead owner.