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“Did you bring the specimen sample?” the lab employee asked, “UUhhhhhhh, no, I wasn’t aware I had to bring it.” “Well…you can’t do that in here. Can you go home, do you live around here?” “I wouldn’t be able to get back before you closed.” “Ah **** well, okay, take this,” he handed me a sample jar, “There’s a restroom on the second floor—” “Woah! What? It’s a single-use restroom right?” “Yeah man, don’t worry, we’ve all gone up there when we needed some privacy.” “Jesus, okay, thanks, I’ll…be back…soon,” said in the manner of a partial-statement, partial-question, And so there I was, on the second floor of a lab facility, attempting to get a sample after perhaps I had already produced too many samples in too short of time, especially for a man like me who is no longer a teenager, it was a rather difficult process, the environment was less than conducive, and when it finally happened it gave me an exertion headache that was so excruciatingly painful I thought my brain was going to ******* explode out of my ******* ears, my life’s work, concluded as I fell to the pissy floor of this restroom, having produced an extremely small amount of sample, what I had been viewing on my phone would have surely amused many, disappointed a few, and maybe flattered one, but ultimately nothing would matter ‘cause I would be dead, oh well, When I went back downstairs to the office and gave the employee the jar he handed me a sterile one and told me, “Alright, just in case we need another sample, do it at home next time,” and I did.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC
The Specimen Sample
“Did you bring the specimen sample?” the lab employee asked, “UUhhhhhhh, no, I wasn’t aware I had to bring it.” “Well…you can’t do that in here. Can you go home, do you live around here?” “I wouldn’t be able to get back before you closed.” “Ah **** well, okay, take this,” he handed me a sample jar, “There’s a restroom on the second floor—” “Woah! What? It’s a single-use restroom right?” “Yeah man, don’t worry, we’ve all gone up there when we needed some privacy.” “Jesus, okay, thanks, I’ll…be back…soon,” said in the manner of a partial-statement, partial-question, And so there I was, on the second floor of a lab facility, attempting to get a sample after perhaps I had already produced too many samples in too short of time, especially for a man like me who is no longer a teenager, it was a rather difficult process, the environment was less than conducive, and when it finally happened it gave me an exertion headache that was so excruciatingly painful I thought my brain was going to ******* explode out of my ******* ears, my life’s work, concluded as I fell to the pissy floor of this restroom, having produced an extremely small amount of sample, what I had been viewing on my phone would have surely amused many, disappointed a few, and maybe flattered one, but ultimately nothing would matter ‘cause I would be dead, oh well, When I went back downstairs to the office and gave the employee the jar he handed me a sterile one and told me, “Alright, just in case we need another sample, do it at home next time,” and I did.
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she said she couldn't believe i was real but really, i was made in a lab where they proded and poked till this thing came out! want me to do a little dance for you!? balance on my dome? swallow a sword? find an exit off the interstate
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 8:31 AM UTC
What's Your Trip??
i think of those lab rats living their lives blissfully in cages hand-fed fruit-loops and poison they’re happy says the veterinarian scribbling notes on a clipboard while the rats drink sugar water and run on wheels fate is not kind to lab rats their years are already so short a drop in the bucket compared to the well of time humans draw from greedily death is a shadow for humanity; it is the thought gnawing on the bars of our mind, the ghost of an animal running endlessly on a wheel that we placate with toys and treats we call it housing enrichment because even lab rats have a home because we choose to personify everything even the things we **** carbon monoxide, bloodletting, a severing of nerves and when they breathe their last breath we write in our journals that the animals were sacrificed, not killed, not murdered dying for a cause bigger than them for science, for knowledge, for gods on sterile altars
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Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
scientia potentia est
Warehouse, prison, laboratory, Come and listen to my story, Facilities in all their glory, Just don't cross the territory... Just be cautious, not combined... Our anomalies, confined, Your work will save all humankind.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
Warehouse, Prison, Laboratory