The Confusing Mysteries of Hell
Science classrooms need more cool shit in them!
Fuck, I had a horrible dream the other night. I was back in high school. I'm sitting in this science class, and I look around and there are no cool posters at all. No hanging skeletons, no brains in jars, or neato electricity things shooting across the room. Just dusty cabinets with the 1970's paints chipping off them. God, it's horrible. All these shelves and glass cases, closets, all full of spider webs, stashed gum wrappers, etc.
I was so pissed. For the rest of the day, after waking up, I kept waiting for the right opportunity to bring it up in conversation, but never had the chance. I would have though. If I had come across a science teacher I would have really let them have a piece of my mind.
Educated by reading books, walking slowly, and sitting on benches watching stupid people, Isaac Airbourne is often made fun of by little kids who laugh and call him "Walking Encyclopedia of Mysanthropology." His bad attitude and lack of any honest artistic motivation has publicly gained him the reputation of being Joan Altabe's only rival. He has been called both a "cross between Indiana Jones and Jello Biafra" and a "man who could be very wealthy (or benefit mankind greatly) if he put his wit to some useful purpose."
