welle::erd.ferkel

Two hands and a piece of string.
Put your feet against mine and sing.
Stack atoms like cannonballs.
End human arrogance once and for all.
No escape from the industrial hell.
Replaced by a tape of yourself.
Welcome to the monkey house.
Slapstick, Deadeye Dick, Galapagos.
Simple, perfect text.
Unblemished by excess.
Disrespected by the press.
But successful nontheless.
Along with Asimov,
he’s on a list of the most gifted secular humanists in history!
When the bombs dropped,
All time for Kurt stopped.
Saw the future and past in a transdimensional hop.
It’s a slaughterhouse, you’re the steer.
Smile in the face of your darkest fears.
Hear the world burn down around your ears.
And Kurt couldn’t take it no more.
His escape from the horrors of war.
Bound for Trafalmadore!
Bound for Trafalmadore!
(BlöödHag – Kurt Vonnegut Jr.)