When you finally realize that life is just about sex, money and power

>when you finally realize that life is just about sex, money and power

>don't have any of those three things

3, 6, 9 damn you're fine move it so you can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, get low [6x]
To the window (to the window), to the wall (to the wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet god damn (god damn)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet god damn (god damn)

Not it's not
t. Theoretical Biologist

Superstition, fear and jealousy

Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm

Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!

>and then you grow up and realise you were wrong

I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through
Didn't know how lost I was
Until I found you
I was beat
Incomplete
I'd been had, I was sad and blue
But you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
Shiny and new
Hoo, like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your heart beats
Next to mine

surely there must be more to life, I mean we are not mindless robots, we're sapient beings, we all are, we experience qualia and understand thoughts and things, it is inexplicable to science how a blob of brains can result in that

I shit on my balls.

>to all those other mcs i wish you well but if you live in sin, you'll burn in hell
John 3:16

iktf

t. cuck

So you only have a theoretical degree in biology? Pff not too impressed by that kiddo.

I am a moderate shitposter of peace.

Actually it's about music and mathematics.

Love is a burnin' thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire
I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will, oh what a thrill
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
I learned to love all of Hollywood money
You came along and you moved me honey
I changed my mind, looking fine
Goodness gracious great balls of fire

Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind's elation
And little girls from Sweden
Dreams of silver screen quotation
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's Californication

explain this thread

Never twenty one when everyone's a sailor
Coming up strong at the animal bar
Ever loving more with Mister Norman Mailer
Turn another page at the animal bar
And it won't be long
No it won't be long
No it won't be long
Because it can't be long

Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
That every night turns out to be
A little more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd want to be?
God who'd want to be such an asshole?
God who'd want to be?
God who'd want to be such an asshole?
Well we sat on the edge of the river,
The crowd screamed, "Sacrifice the liver!"
If God takes life, he's an Indian giver.
So tell me now why, you'll tell me never.
Who would want to be?
Who would want to be such a control freak?
Well who would want to be?
Who would want to be such a control freak?
Well see what you want to see. You should see it all.
Well take what you want from me. You deserve it all.
Nine times out of ten our hearts just get dissolved.
Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.

Wake up,
Say a little prayer.
Out of bed
To the bathroom where
I take a look at myself,
And I stop and stare,
And I wonder "who
Is this standing here?"

Turn me on to phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
And fall off
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance
And this is my chance

I get eaten by the worms
Weird fishes
Get towed by the worms
Weird fishes
Weird fishes
Weird fishes

I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape

>tfw the universe is my will

Jumped in the river, what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me.
A moon full of stars and astral cars,
And all the figures I used to see.
All my lovers were there with me,
All my past and future.
And we all went to heaven in a little rowboat.
There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt.

But money and power are also about sex.

BBC

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

You experience poz loads in your butt,

fucking faggot.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes, the flags go up
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down
The fans get up and they get out of town
The arena is empty except for one man
Still driving and striving as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns

I thought life was about food, sleep and sex

what does sex taste like?

Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you

But I've got to think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too

Oh but I
Need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
Oh and when that love comes down
Without devotion
Well it takes a strong man baby
But I'm showing you the door

'Cause I gotta have faith
I gotta faith
Because I gotta to have faith faith
I gotta to have faith, faith, faith

Baby
I know you're asking me to stay
Say please, please, please, don't go away
You say I'm giving you the blues
Maybe
You mean every word you say
Can't help but think of yesterday
And another who tied me down to lover boy rules

Before this river
Becomes an ocean
Before you throw my heart back on the floor
Oh baby I reconsider
My foolish notion
Well I need someone to hold me
But I wait for something more

>when you finally realize that life is just about the betterment and liberation of you and your fellow man through peaceful means

Picture yourself in the living room
Your pipe and slippers set out for you
I know you think that it ain't too far

But I, I hear the call of a lifetime ring
Felt the need to get up for it
Oh, you cut out the middleman
Get free from the middleman

You got no time for the messenger
Got no regard for the thing that you don't understand
You got no fear of the underdog
That's why you will not survive

I want to forget how conviction fits
But can I get out from under it?
Can I get it out of me? Oh, oh, oh
It can't all be wedding cake
It can't all be boiled away
I try but I can't let go of it
Can't let go of it

Uh-huh 'cause you don't talk to the water boy
And there's so much you could learn but you don't want to know
You will not back up an inch ever
That's why you will not survive

The thing that I tell you now
It may not go over well
And it may not be photo-op
In the way that I spell it out

But you won't hear from the messenger
Don't wanna know 'bout something that you don't understand
You got no fear of the underdog
That's why you will not survive, right!

I've got something to say
But it's all vanity, it's all vanity
I found a tune I could play
But it's all vanity, it's all vanity

Call off the guards
Call off the search
Their heads are chopped off
They're running in circles
They're running in circles

I have a plan for the day
But it's all vanity, it's all vanity
I've got love pouring out of my veins
But it's all vanity, it's all vanity

Call off the guards
Call off the search
Their heads are chopped off
They're running in circles
They're running in circles
Running in circles
They're running in circles

I've got something to say
But it's all vanity, it's all vanity
I've got love pouring out of my veins
But it's all vanity, it's all vanity

You’d be damned to be one of us girl
Faced with a dodo’s conundrum
I felt like I could just fly
But nothing happened everytime I try

>& HUMANITIES

Dare to be one of us, girl,
Facing the android's conundrum,
I felt like I should just cry,
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin,
Yeah, Himmler in your coat,
You don't know how long I've been,
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand,
And let's jump out the window.

Patrician

Karma police
Arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio
Karma police
Arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo
Is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get
When you mess with us

Plebs

>when you actually realise life has no meaning beyond that which we construct for ourselves, and that nothing will save us from the horror of remaining conscious within a decaying meat prison knowing that our death looms ever closer with each second
>when you realise that all of the above beig true some people waste their their finite period on this earth chasing status totems because some dead cunt told them so on the boob tube or in some book

time to drink some more.

Life about reproducing and dying, everything else is just wasting time until you die.

>life is about these things i can count on the fingers of my hand.
3 sure is a popular number.

Why is there so much poem bullshit in this thread

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