Anyway, for weeks now after doing a few high doses of ecstasy I have this thought stuck in my head that I can't shake.
Basically, Steven Hawking is sat down in his chair with a serious expression on his face. He means business. Meanwhile, there's a small crowd onlooking, comprised of beatniks and general hipsters. Some holding sweaters thrown over their shoulders whilst clicking their fingers, appreciating the avant garde performance. Steven Hawking then has a smug look on his face, feeding off the appreciation of the onlooking hippies
The performance? He's clacking away at his onboard synthesizer screen, making loads of fart sounds. The crowd are impressed, no humour involved, it's an art display. Radical
I think about it several times a day for weeks now, when will it end?
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