The Scientist
Everything obeys
a universal LAW.
Nothing happens
without a cause.
If one is not
present it will
be eliminated.
Natural Selection
REIGNS. Chance
is its mistress.
Questions were
created so that
they may be
answered.
Without
answers,
questions
become lonely
WHORES on
the streets;
a one night
stand begging
to be visited again and
again. Questions become
mistresses, answers
become aloe to the
guilt ridden conscience,
and Scientists become
GOD
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The Artist
Everything has a
PURPOSE. Chance
is Lady Lucks friend
and frequents the
mind often. Hands
become mouths, media
becomes words.
Questions were created
to be left unanswered.
They burrow into
the brain and work
the hands, trying to
MAKE a solution to
itself. It is a disillusioned
teenager; no self purpose,
no identity. Death then
rolls the die, wins, and
rescues the host from the
parasite question. Without
artists, questions become souls.
Artwork turns into bodies.
They combine and the artist never dies.
The artist becomes
GOD
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