(ATGB) With this you must agree: A sea is still a sea A sky is still a sky The fundamental things apply As Time goes by And when stick figures meet They'll still say "yeah" and "neat" On that you can rely No matter if the world has tilted As Time goes by (rap) So this girl and him, they hang out on beaches They swim, don't got leeches 'cause it's salty But they think it might be faulty, 'cause the sea Keeps risin' up the horizon like Mr. Mojo They got no HoJo so they don't eat a lot Got no pot roast or toast or PopTarts They stick figures like Calista Flockhart Ain't got a thing, can't wear no bling, or carry a nine But that's fine, they not grand they live on the land with no hassles Just makin' a s***load o' sand castles by hand They like castles so much they put castles on their castles (They like castles so much they put castles on their castles) (They like castles so much they put castles on their castles) Like pages in the middle ages, working for low wages They play with a treb-you-shay like pumpkin chuckin' But the sea, it's a mystery, he say: "F***in' anything, how does it work?" He don't know, got a quirk, got a head like an Oreo, white in the middle You know, right? Can't solve the riddle, so off they go To find some new scenes, search high and low With bags shaped like lima beans and water bottle dildos And this girl comes near, she pause, they don't see 'er 'cause They're in a hurry, was that beret raspberry? She fine But makes me worry it's wrong, crossed a line She's too young to be in this song (ATGB) Molpies and rivers are never out of date Stars or a meowlpy might tell their fate Cuegan need answers and for them they must wait That, no one can deny It's still the same old drama A quest that led to trauma A structure way up high The world will always bring new questions As Time goes by (rap) So they walkin' and talkin' now it's the third dimension Knowledge extension, stalkin' around gawkin' for rivers They're logical positivers, gotta investigate, not debate Sends shivers through their livers not to know But they walk slow, got no ride, no El Camino Walkin' side by side to a big-a** river flow Like the Amazon without the dot com They can't swim, no way to float, can't cross Got no motorboat for that moat, so their loss, got to hike She jumps dunes of sand on the run thinks it's fun, like Grand Theft Auto, but oh no, like Jill she falls down the hill She's okay, they chill, they walk all around Birds with wings in the air, things there on the ground Molpies, and plants and trees and some junk And big baobabs! They all trunk, like yo' mama (Big baobabs! They all trunk, like yo' mama) (Big baobabs! They all trunk, like yo' mama) Mountains like Fujiyama in the panorama There to climb, past the grape vine line, the sun behind But findin' no homies anywhere, the hood's bare Just a snake and a squirpy, took the cake, no one to see Like after World War Z, it's de - populated Out of town, out-dated, neglected, they're absentee Even the house got no one to MC But they see the mountain top, something erected Peeps expected, gotta get there quick After a wild kitty cut the girl's stick leg Not pretty, gotta beg for a hand, or a band-aid Seems like neither of 'em ever gonna get laid (ATGB) Ketchups and blitzes are never out of date Reading the True Thread will always be great Waiter needs ONG and for it she must wait That, no one can deny It's still the same old story A farce or allegory A place to wonder why The world will always bring new questions As Time goes by
Posted on 2013-07-04 20:10 by Rule110.
Once upon a morning cheery, while I pondered, slightly bleary Over many a new webcomic full of dreary trendy wit, Suddenly with brief foreboding I beheld an image loading - 'T'was a PNG decoding on my panel bit by bit. Just a simple shadow-picture taking shape there bit by bit. I thought, 'What's the point of it?' For the frame presented merely two stick-figures drawn austerely, Seated rather cavalierly on some lonesome barren spit. Eagerly I sought for meaning in their placid careless leaning, Yet that earnest mental gleaning explicated not a whit; - ''Tis a caption missing,' said I, comprehending not a whit, 'Should explain wherefore they sit.' Not inclined to whine or curse it, I intended to disperse it But my mouse chanced to traverse it and up popped a tiny chit: An alt-text, I saw, not fearing to expect the purpose clearing By the letters there appearing like a scroll of holy writ. Rapt I read the words inscribed there, terrible as holy writ – And they spelt out: 'Wait for it.' Wait for it? I sat and pondered while my morbid fancies wandered Into strange phantasmagoric places few ever admit. What grim portent was it sending; was 'it' coming soon, or ending? Some catastrophe impending, all our mortal lives forfeit? Was the Judgment Day upon us, holding every soul forfeit? Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' Anon my mania deflated and it seemed my fears abated. (For no soul knows what is fated, and to fate we all submit.) Then my gaze suddenly lifted, for like desert sands that drifted, The comic page had shifted, though no refresh I'd transmit. Lo! The figures changed position, with no page refresh transmit. Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' As time passed, I gained conviction this must be some sort of fiction. Twice an hour, a new depiction on my browser screen alit. Thus they seemed designed for spelling out some tale that needed telling But my mind was still rebelling, for I saw no benefit As the couple played in sand; whatever was the benefit? Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' Castles, rivers, swimming, scaffold, rising sea: all left me baffled, As frames flowed in slow succession like a garment being knit. Though my kenning should be gaining with each frame, 'twere no explaining Every question still remaining: 'What's it mean, how does it fit? Where's it going, what's the point, who are these folks, how's it all fit?' Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' No surcease from my reflecting stopped the questions interjecting: 'Is the artist now expecting? Or is it his family's split? Is it all 'bout global warming? Is it cancer lesions swarming? I pray you, be more informing! All these mysteries remit. For my peace of mind and sanity, the mysteries remit.' Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' 'Your coyness is most unpleasing. I won't wait,' I shouted, wheezing - 'All these pictures are just teasing, no intention to commit. Black stick figure and sand castle, images so trite and facile They're not worth near this much hassle. Leave my monitor unlit. Take thy comic off my browser; leave my monitor unlit!' Quoth the alt-text: 'Wait for it.' And the alt-text, ne'er updating, still is waiting, still is waiting As each new frame looms, relating tick by tick the drawn-out skit. I can but, through days ensuing, ponder on my soul's undoing, The one hope for my renewing being that I somehow quit Whilst the alt-text whispers softly that I'm doomed never to quit. I can only... wait for it.
Posted on 2013-07-04 20:10 by Rule110.
Thought I'd build castles forever But I couldn't so I didn't The sea kept rising and I couldn’t stay forever Thought I'd see the beach in my mind for all Time But I don't even remember what the flags looked like And the ONG still strikes every newpix And the sun still rises and so does the moon1 Raptors still fly south and people move on Even though I'm no longer in the sand Thought the sea would stay normal And the rivers would too But I thought all wrong and the left castle fell Guess that we will just have to journey on for a while Didn't even stop the sea when I built a dike of sand. (x2) I built a dike of sand Thought I'd build castles forever But I couldn't so I didn't (x4)
Posted on 2013-07-04 20:49 by tman2nd.