Embryonic: Good Policy, Bad Album
Alabama at-large, Crimsoneans, the state court, Local Embryo Union 15, et all have legally concluded to grant personhood to embryos. This law is statute; so, likely to fall. However empirically or evidently poorly this ruling advances the great Great War on Intelligence, The Flaming Lips album, Embryonic, overwhelmingly insults humanity more.
Conception. A search query will tell you what the definition of conception exactly is: “the forming or devising of a plan or idea”. The contentious law and The F-laming Lips album both prove as much. Wayne, lead singer of the band and also, probably, unrelated Alabama judge, both had an embryoche bun in the oven. Buttered with rhythm? As an album, the “collection of music” offers the same frostee cat-piss psyche intrusion as Martin Prince, with his inevitable, absolute power, whipped it out at code camp. You, your best intents and open mind, get violated like Springfield Elementary enduring, Kleenex-substitute handrail - a.k.a. the “choice grooves” for M. Prince’s “fully crystalized” boogers. Valid Victor-ian!
Since the opposition of the decree love alternatives, we now have an alternative to baby photos! Not only would this coalition against law(fulness), meaning online nerds, feel so relieved to no longer be subjected to the gloating of their circle (arguable), we wouldn’t have to sit through mediocre, played-out jokes about the subject. Now, that’s a rightful death!
Face it, embryos are people… and some people are embryos. WayneCoin is Voldemort. JK Rowling should have died with Voldemort. If you don’t respect the laws, you’re okay with an un-imprisioned Wayne Coyne? (Dub2g, Thoreau)
