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
ayyy new aesop rock
this is going to be listened to immediately
I said “He doesn’t need a felony he doesn’t need a cell There’s gotta be a way to get him headed for some help.” He said “Programs exist but none of them work It’s either charge him with the crime or feed him back to the earth.” That’s the bleakest shit I ever heard
goddamn
