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Radical Comedy is what I preach But I'm not laughing so the joke's on me You can wait for some cadence, some follow through But there is no punchline so the joke's on you Fifty-one percent c*nt, forty-nine co*k: All these Sisyphuses to just one rock They could join hands in a circle, decree all's fair And all push together but they'd go nowhere Want everything so I've got nothing Bought everything so I've made nothing Read everything so I've thought nothing Pardoned everything so I love nothing Logos, Telos, Deus Absconditus Hail the peasant that believes he's king Hail the nihilist with the wedding ring Hail foolosophers fighting to d**h Over the right definition of "meaningless" So heft your pickaxe to a diamond face A Chosen People in a Chosen Age My brother sits until he can't stand up My father weeps over the washing up Want everything so I've got nothing Bought everything so I've made nothing Read everything so I've thought nothing Pardoned everything so I love nothing Logos, Telos, Deus Absconditus A heretic, growing Turing's breasts? Or a happier pig with faster internet?