Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Cutting Open The Bean

I stood up for science and science stood up for me. We two, science and me, hand in hand on the path to, er, a certain kind of righteousness. Science with his white frock and mad hair, me sober in my black pants and brown brogues. What a combination.

As we clambered the mountain of enlightenment, science and me, we passed a load of greens who, mired as they were in their despicable backwardness, begged us to put an end to our journey. Get fucked, cunts! we shouted, before

Science is never a party to foul language. The ensuing investigation revealed a whole army of Tourettian Robots masquerading as the true voices of reason. Tch.

Science is also neither so tiny minded, nor so witlessly allegorical. But still, that didn’t stop science and me from bumming around together, doing Europe, seeing the sights and cutting new highways to the stars. Flight paths, we traversed them. We curled them, refined them. We took engines, blueprints and wishes, we pointed them to the very back of beyond. My good friend science and me.

Science and me caught fast in the academy. Shackles we smashed. Doors we kicked open. Stairs we climbed. In laboratories, sneaking in while they weren’t looking, we ventured our road maps for a brighter tomorrow, spreading goodness thinly for fear of being found. Thick goodness doesn’t wash when there are science hunters around.

Science and me were a boon to the future. We forced silver things through our bodies and wore them inside out. We dyed our hair, ripped holes in our trousers and did some of that robotic dancing. The future was ours for the asking and all we had to do was ask. Metal masters that we were, sleek as fingernails, poisoned saliva with cleverly disguised mechanical eyes that actually blinked. When tipped, we pissed ourselves.

Science and me stood in the garden and looked down at the earth. Green types had pitched their tents. The fucking cunts. We told them to

And always, science and me.


Blogger Molly Bloom said...

The way you haven't ended the sentences on some of this is very intriguing. Never end the journeys. Never.

And the Tourettian Robots...well...they should get help. They'll never be the true voices of reason.

Sometimes allegory can be fun though.

9:31 PM  
Anonymous Shannon said...

I like this one very much, the lovely, inspirational personification of science. He/she should be everyone's friend! Particularly the first line. And the idea of science hunters.

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