An Internet Pirate's Life For Me by Zac-117, literature
Literature
An Internet Pirate's Life For Me
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!
We're nerds and we're geeks; and sly little sneaks,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
We're music marauders and anime thieves,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!
We upload and download and don't give a care,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
We rip and we copy and peer-2-peer share,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
Terabytes o' booty on every hard drive,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
If the feds ever catch us they'll skin us alive,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!
Whether software or movies or MP3's,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
It's shar
This tie is a mockery
To the dignity it portrays.
So ashamed, am I
That I try to hide
This tag that holds my name;
Like a hostage in a bank heist
To rob us of our souls.
I lost my self esteem, my worth,
And in return I'm on a payroll!
But I know I can't complain,
For we have freedom of choice-
A variety of fast food chains,
Which now make up our nation,
That stand for lies, lobbying,
And the pursuit of exploitation!
So which enslavement will it be,
In our beloved plutocracy?
As choice is a blessing from the elite,
To make us feel as though we're free
Because they want you to behave,
As they work you to the grave,
You can
Someone needs to light the fuse,
Someone who will fight the abuse,
Someone who speaks for the used,
Someone needs to light the fuse.
Just a spark and it started;
A chain reaction.
Of independent factions,
Taking direct action
Against the octopi fascists
Who abused the poor
For monetary scores.
The rebels fought,
With guerrilla wars.
For those tossed aside,
And lands defiled,
A giant brush pile,
Due to desire,
Of the empire,
Now fuel for the freedom fires.
The revolts did not happen on their own,
The people were not alone.
One guerrilla stood out from the batch,
For he held the match;
He held the match.
The flames rose,
An Internet Pirate's Life For Me by Zac-117, literature
Literature
An Internet Pirate's Life For Me
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!
We're nerds and we're geeks; and sly little sneaks,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
We're music marauders and anime thieves,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!
We upload and download and don't give a care,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
We rip and we copy and peer-2-peer share,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
Terabytes o' booty on every hard drive,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
If the feds ever catch us they'll skin us alive,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!
Whether software or movies or MP3's,
Sync up, me 'earties, yo ho!
It's shar
This tie is a mockery
To the dignity it portrays.
So ashamed, am I
That I try to hide
This tag that holds my name;
Like a hostage in a bank heist
To rob us of our souls.
I lost my self esteem, my worth,
And in return I'm on a payroll!
But I know I can't complain,
For we have freedom of choice-
A variety of fast food chains,
Which now make up our nation,
That stand for lies, lobbying,
And the pursuit of exploitation!
So which enslavement will it be,
In our beloved plutocracy?
As choice is a blessing from the elite,
To make us feel as though we're free
Because they want you to behave,
As they work you to the grave,
You can
Someone needs to light the fuse,
Someone who will fight the abuse,
Someone who speaks for the used,
Someone needs to light the fuse.
Just a spark and it started;
A chain reaction.
Of independent factions,
Taking direct action
Against the octopi fascists
Who abused the poor
For monetary scores.
The rebels fought,
With guerrilla wars.
For those tossed aside,
And lands defiled,
A giant brush pile,
Due to desire,
Of the empire,
Now fuel for the freedom fires.
The revolts did not happen on their own,
The people were not alone.
One guerrilla stood out from the batch,
For he held the match;
He held the match.
The flames rose,
Luigi's Melancholy by samiclayvivianmel, literature
Literature
Luigi's Melancholy
"I sit alone in my melancholy mansion, pondering a winter's dreary, nodding, nearly napping, when at my chamber door there comes a rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
I wear this hat of green, hear many names called out for from across the happy kingdom, while I, in my gloomy forest residence, reside in a dark, cold room of my own despair.
I sometimes visit the freezer room, down in the cellar, to attribute a physical feeling to the deep empty loneliness I feel during every waking second.
The fury at my own trapping in t
Yes, I Have a Penis by Superiorflowerpower, literature
Literature
Yes, I Have a Penis
Yes, I Have A Penis
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
Oh, what mangled carcasses we be,
Twisted and strangled by life itself.
And here she comes,
Grinding like a buzz saw:
'Here comes the pain,
Here comes the scars;
Your bruises and contusions.
Here comes the explosion,
Your implosion,
I'm bringing the world down,
Down down down,
down upon your head!'
Oh, what a wonderful world, indeed,
But why, oh why, do you come to me?
I don't do repairs, I do eulogies!
You may think me a surgeon,
But I'm a hack medic at best;
I can't fix you, no matter how much I want to,
But I'll try, and I'll try, to comfort you,
As you die.
And I die a little every time I 'operate',
I use the term lig
Um, hi ^^; I'm an artist (duh), my usual medium is a word processor; I mainly write poetry, some prose, and I dabble with drawing (I'm horrible XD). Past that, I'm afraid I'm a tad complex to be summarized in a paragraph (but then, isn't everyone?). Oh, not to mention that I'm far too lazy XD But if you wanna know me, talk to me!
Current Residence: Earth Favourite genre of music: Alternative Favourite style of art: Anything that has it's own personal feel, such as webcomics Operating System: Vista & XP T_T MP3 player of choice: A cheap one Shell of choice: I'm not a turtle o.o Favourite cartoon character: Double D Personal Quote: If you do what's already been done, why are you here in the first place?
Favourite Games
Too many to count
Favourite Gaming Platform
FPS or Puzzle
Tools of the Trade
Mind, tablet, horrible drawing skills, and general snarkiness
Other Interests
Art (Film, literature, etc.) philosophy, other things
Sorry for the lack of updates; it's hard keeping up with all these different sites, and I hardly write poetry anymore TwT Anyway, I saw my last journal and decided that was far too depressing. I've been having an insanely great week and a better outlook on life.
Everyone smile!
-Zac
Lately I've been feeling more and more robotic. It's hard to tell when I feel, if I care. Like I just do whatever seems appropriate for the situation. Maybe I lost my heart somewhere in all this... now all I have left is routine and obligation. I don't know. I don't even know if I'm upset... I think I failed. That's what I feel like: A failure. A failure as a friend and as a person. But it's not really bothering me. I don't feel amazing, but I don't feel depressed either.
I don't know,
Zac
Felt like updating. For the time being my relationship is over. I'm okay, I guess. The future is foggy, the present is rather tasking, and I'm quite done with the past (well, somewhat).
I thought I had a day off from work today, I was wrong, and I work tomorrow for Halloween. We got freaking romped, an unending wave of customers who thought themselves too good to pick up after themselves. Joy. I felt like an idiot, I had wasted at least 4 hours, of what I thought was a day off, doing nothing productive; telling myself I'd do it later. I never to stop that, I have only myself to blame if I go through life unlived. I'm tired of making excuses,