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At the very beginning of the course,

There was Marey, Mime, and Muybridge’s horse.

A “Hauntbox” with clippings of the recently dead.

Mashin’ up Dizzee Rascal with Radiohead!

A flash movie about a day in Eric’s life.

Words and music by Skeleton Death Knife.

ACTLAB! ACTLAB! Shut the fuck up, duck!

We don’t want no cameras inside our Starbucks.

Lo-o-o-o-o-thar and the Hand People!

This German candy’s makin’ me feel feeble.

Here’s the “ Church of Wank .” Here is the steeple.

I see the Shaggs. I see dead people.

Are there two or three Jebs? One’s inside my head.

The other’s still caught up with being legally dead.

Bribed the officials to get some street cred.

Spent all his money to buy some new Keds.

Walkin’ around like 24 hours.

You can have one if you want, but don’t touch my orange sours.

Ooooh stop! Just started learnin’ to spin.

The beat starts to creep like Sandy ’s hypnotizin’.

Zombie! Zombie! Orbs and crackrocks.

Can someone please tell me what’s inside this black box?

WHAT’S INSIDE THE BOX? I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW!

Holy moly! That’s good pasouli!

I’d eat that shit like it was Angelina Jolie.

Chillin’ at Roly Poly. Sippin’ on my Stoli.

*Here are your chips, sir.* Can I have some guacamole?

Well, I am not the soup du’jour.

Had enough of me yet? Get ready for more.

I’m the biggest thing in 2004!

I’ll get stuck in your head like that robot porn,

With that robo-whore gettin’ it on with Bjork.

They’re gonna manifest another cyborg.

Donna Haraway can’t be ignored.

Cuz she sells seashells by the seashore.

She struck a chord and ya’ll hit the floor.

Ya’ll were down for the count like your name was Al Gore.

The ladies wanna ride in my Ford Explorer.

Cuz like Bruno LaTour, it’s me they adore.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Yeah, who’s there?

Trick or treat! It’s a Halloween scare!

People everywhere sportin’ their pink hair.

Like Steve McQueen, and Sonny and Cher .

Me and Praveen, and John Mayer.

Even Ivan, cuz he don’t care.

When you call my name, it’s like a little prayer.

I’m down on my knees. I’m gonna take you there.

WHAT’S INSIDE THE BOX? I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW!

I don’t know what you think this is.

This ain’t no Christmas song. This ain’t no cabbage.

It’s a story of a place, but don’t bring your kids.

Cuz it’s gonna get explicit, so open your eyelids.

Sorry everybody dot com.

But it won’t be long before I drop this mail bomb.

I’m like karaoke when I make you sing along.

You’re more like Ashlee Simpson lip-synching to a song.

Identity mistaken, you don’t know where you belong.

Get your ass out my store, and go back to puppy farm!

Right here to your left is the gay gene.

And here we have a pair of spray bottles mating.

Understanding Shakespeare’s very frustrating.

But when he talks like a perv, I feel like procreating.

I hate airports, all the sitting and waiting.

Standing next to people with no communicating…

Skills! With these pills, you see people conversating.

Is it analog or digital? Is it worth debating?

Seems like everybody’s just devil’s advocating.

Hmmmmm, what rhymes with advocating?

Brandon ’s belly-aching. Bunk Company faking.

Dacia waking to herself masturbating.

So stop your hating and start fellating.

This song is so good it needs syndicating!

REEEEPLAAAAAYYYY!!!!

WHAT’S INSIDE THE BOX? I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW!

Hey Randy. – Yeah? – I’m kinda thirsty.

Let’s go get a Slurpee from 7-1-3 .

That’s 7-11, G. – Man, you know what I mean.

Shut up Praveen. Anyway, that’s not my scene.

I was thinkin’ we could be drinkin’ some beer for free.

At Spiderhouse, with Joe and Sandy.

But not everyone is 21 yet, B.

Like Robert Fancher, but he’s got a fake ID.

We’re gonna have to call Raoul a Taxi.

Cuz he can’t drive. Too much THC!

Sandy showed us her PGP!

Taryn showed us the insides of a PC!

Thank you Jackie for TGAFP!

(milk ‘n cereal scratch) That’s EVP!

Well now I know my ABC’s.

So come on everybody and sing with me!

WHAT’S INSIDE THE BOX? I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW!

Let’s down a pint at the Hole in the Wall.

Joe made a movie about a blue ball.

He also made the one about all the dead cars.

It’s RTF 331R!

Syllogism and semiotics.

This class ain’t for no Post-Modern Gothics!

Smoke your chronic, and listen to the stereophonic.

These musical dots are so hypnotic!

Did anyone else find it a little bit weird,

When Jackie mysteriously appeared?

Pasteurizing the milk kills all the bacteria.

And I never knew so much about Shakespeare, yo.

Endless Love, by Bush and Blair.

That possessed telephone really had me scared.

Discussing the thing known as the gay gene.

And is there really a culture for the hearing impaired?

Well, open up your ears and make some noise.

Grab a couple of beers and your Kinder toys.

It’s time to go to town! It’s time to roll around!

It’s time to get down with the Black Box Boys!

WHAT’S INSIDE THE BOX? I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW!

WHAT’S INSIDE THE BOX?

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