You could get a robot limb for your blown-off limb
Later on the same technology could automate your gig, as awesome as it is
Wait, it gets awful: you could split a atom willy-nilly
If it’s energy that can be used for killing, then it will be
It’s not about a better knife, it’s chemistry and genocide
And medicine for tempering the heck in a projector light
Landmines, Agent Orange, leaded gas, cigarettes
Cameras in your favorite corners, plastic in the wilderness
We can not be trusted with the stuff that we come up with
The machinery could eat us, we just really love our buttons, um
Technology, focus on the other shit
3D-printed body parts, dehydrated onion dip
You can buy a Jet Ski from a cell phone on a jumbo jet
T-E-C-H-N-O-L-O-G-Y, it’s the ultimate
the subject matter of Aesop Rock’s latest album felt relevant to our instance’s interests
you drifted in out of nowhere, made a completely zero-effort thing your first post with literally no useful contribution of your own, and now appear to be going “waaaaaaagh why don’t you like me” about the consequences
pro-tip: don’t
Ok I won’t, good “pro-tip”
you can’t even chill out to some Aesop Rock without using a plagiarism machine to start a fight. how embarrassing for you. off you fuck
my bad for feeding the naughty