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Yay!! There’s snow on Science Hill. Finally - snow, I love it. Cold, I love it. Science says men evolved from apes. Maybe I evolved from polar bears or those abominable snow people —yeti—that no one can photograph. You can’t just reject that outright, say the odds are minuscule, just because it’s new and edgy. I mean, where’s your science— your unbiased, clinical perspective? We could end up in the National Geographic. This kind of story is very much their aesthetic. I can provide lots of material—I have baby photos and I’m not uncomfortable about the pressure. Maybe it’s time to put your voice out there. The world always needs the comfort of new voices. You could influence social media—everyone wants THAT. This is a buffalo, a skibidi, blessing in disguise. . . Songs for this: Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee Unlike me by Kate Havnevik
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Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 7:51 AM UTC
snowing
In the jungle monkeys look for a leader He doesn’t need to be the best reader He just needs to be a chest beater Showing he’ll be a pest eater An ape emerges from the crowd Beating its breast Proving it’s proud Being the best Is about being loud So at its behest The other apes bow The lion has fallen asleep So the ape stole its sheep And its throne to keep A mouth of foam to eat Leading the rabid elite With trampling feet And fists that beat His sharpened fangs Above the breast he bangs Cause excruciating pangs Of torturous pain In the forest that rains He controls the brains Of apes filled with blame Creating an invasive game That is their species’ shame Monkeys think this knuckle dragger Is more like Uncle Kracker So they tumble after His jungle laughter As he hoards the bananas Inside his comfy cabana In a far off savanna Can’t they see he’s escaping To his savanna’s safety After constantly taking And rainforest ****** They’re too busy flinging **** To quietly sit And examine his wit Once things aren’t optimal He avoids the topical Where it’s sunny and tropical But a heavy monsoon Will be brought by God soon To wipe out the barbaric baboon And all of his goliath goons Who are like ****** in the spoon They’re boiled then used To pacify the abused Then filling their shoes The monkeys’ malevolent master Couldn’t be replaced any faster Once every day turned into disaster But the sour grapes Dour ape Escaped Not an hour late He ate the power plate By building a tower of hate And a coward’s gate Sealing our fate Of a jungle state
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Apes
In the jungle monkeys look for a leader He doesn’t need to be the best reader He just needs to be a chest beater Showing he’ll be a pest eater An ape emerges from the crowd Beating its breast Proving it’s proud Being the best Is about being loud So at its behest The other apes bow The lion has fallen asleep So the ape stole its sheep And its throne to keep A mouth of foam to eat Leading the rabid elite With trampling feet And fists that beat His sharpened fangs Above the breast he bangs Cause excruciating pangs Of torturous pain In the forest that rains He controls the brains Of apes filled with blame Creating an invasive game That is their species’ shame Monkeys think this knuckle dragger Is more like Uncle Kracker So they tumble after His jungle laughter As he hoards the bananas Inside his comfy cabana In a far off savanna Can’t they see he’s escaping To his savanna’s safety After constantly taking And rainforest ****** They’re too busy flinging **** To quietly sit And examine his wit Once things aren’t optimal He avoids the topical Where it’s sunny and tropical But a heavy monsoon Will be brought by God soon To wipe out the barbaric baboon And all of his goliath goons Who are like ****** in the spoon They’re boiled then used To pacify the abused Then filling their shoes The monkeys’ malevolent master Couldn’t be replaced any faster Once every day turned into disaster But the sour grapes Dour ape Escaped Not an hour late He ate the power plate By building a tower of hate And a coward’s gate Sealing our fate Of a jungle state
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One is an ape clothed in illusionary gold, the other, apes with the pretensions of angels- floating in the citadel of muses. Both burn in the end, both smother each other in the finality of themselves.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
The last Word on Men and Women
Monkey Monkey : Part Two Apes are our equals, So set free our people! Let them find the freedom they have never had. Let them live once more in paradise. Treat them as you would a man. The chimpanzee is just like me. I think I’m related to the monkey in this theory. So set the Baboon free! Plant a tree! Build a home and tear down your zoo. Let my people be with their own; Not just here to entertain you. The monkey mind is the equal of mine, They have such ingenuity. The monkey mind is free, compared to mine, So set my people free! Lock us up in your cages, or let us become free. Let us be free to *** wherever we please. In this concrete jungle of yours, we can no longer await death. We can no longer live here, in such a filthy mess. Set the monkey free from captivity! Let it do as it wishes and it will make itself happy. (C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
Monkey, Monkey : Part Two
harambe salami king of the apes with some credible japes oh how i miss your sweet smile you could slam dunk a crocodile but there was nothing they could do to stop you from turning that kid into poo so they shot you through the heart and you're to blame you give love a bad name
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
4 harambe
*** was transmitted from chimpanzees to humans, Eating chimp meat in Africa they thrived, Most not realizing the sanctity they destroyed, And chimps got it from mangabey meat, New SIV+SIV gave *** at the lethal end for humans.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
How *** Originated
∴ A signifying monkey grunted (keyboard-clever, morals stunted) from his perch in a digital tree. And next, did text (quite rapidly): “Courtship rituals won’t suffice. Face-to-face can’t break the ice. Instagram me! Tweet me up . . . friend me, like me, buttercup. Sentences are so outmoded— take too long to get decoded; primate sexting hits me faster, steers me towards your hot disaster. Female monkeys: send an image. (Ain’t got time for useless verbiage…) if your snout just might unseat me tweet me, greet me—don’t delete me.” Then, unpeeling fresh banana, searched his screen for Vox Humana. . .
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
Planet of the Smartphones
Arms, legs, body and head, you can not deny it, we are just a plague widespread. Across me sits this smelly man, I see in him nothing but an orangutan. I look at his face, look at his hands, there is nothing more than a monkey in pants. I try to think of how does he think, but what do I know; I’m written by the same ink. Years and years, nothing but a lion’s purse, now seconds passed, we think we are masters of the universe. A load of meat floating on a rock, I guess we are lucky, but we haven’t even learned to walk. We hope and dream our dreams, we want to achieve, but everything is wrong when it’s not how it seems. Everyone is a god, everyone is supreme; When their belly is full, everyone lives in his own dream. But take away the feast, get in their way; Man becomes the most savage of beast. We haven’t lost that jungle sense, no diffrent than animals, our population is just more dense. But I guess we are noble in a way, that’s the greatest irony of all; Because I know how to say what I can say. Ape does not know that he is ape, he does not know the diffrence between an apple and a grape. He does not even know if his own kin he rapes; but for **** sure we should know, that we are nothing but the next-level apes.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
Next-Level Apes