Burn - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
Sleeve Notes
Free choice sequence Some days I hate this. Kendall Square boasts its heat like everywhere else. The historians blench over early morning bloody mary’s. But there were people who have gone now we should consider. Is skepticism relative? Have we a good culture for a new kind? How silly is dogmatism about dogmatism? Or about skepticism for that matter? Mexico in the last century before the last established an academy to preserve the Spanish language. I have an activity and a purpose that might not converge. Obviously. I’m real not ideal. I’m not sure about you. No pebble falls to reach its right place. Similarly myself. Again, you imply something more ambiguous. Could a malfunctioning nature be teleological? Would teleology created by evolution be teleology even? My arms are fatal and unnoticed. My eyes are contraptions without intentions. No Frankenstein came to the first party, nor any deceiver, so no God. We are just meat once. Typically mentality is abstract. Cutting bodies causes abstracts to run amok. Yet the other day you wanted to count as one of the folk, which was sweet and kitsch and utterly implausible, so I liked it as an unfamiliar aspect of your attraction. Is there something to be like to be you? My neutrality is empty like that food that dissolves on the tongue and tastes bitter there. Can phenomenology feel like lies?