Our comic’s bigger than most And if asked I boast ’cause I’m really proud So I shout it loud Wait for Megan and Cue They will wait for you Though they don't talk of history Einstein or Socrates traffic or politics not even baby poo Still what they say’s glorious… ’cause they say 'Neat' and 'yeah' And 'yeah' and 'neat' And 'neat' and 'yeah' And 'yeah' and 'neat' And 'neat' and 'yeah' And 'yeah' and 'neat' And 'neat' and 'yeah' And 'yeah' and 'neat' And chirpchirpchirpchirp All up, everymolpy! They say 'Neat' and 'yeah' And 'yeah' and 'neat' And 'neat' and 'yeah' And 'yeah' and 'neat' And 'neat' and 'yeah' And 'yeah' and 'neat' And 'neat' and 'yeah' And 'yeah' and 'neat' And PEOPLE! The OTC, OTC, OTC, OTC, OTC, OTC, OTC, OTC OTC, OTC, OTC, OTC, OTC, OTC, OTC, dialogue!
Posted on 2013-07-05 23:26.
I leave my home, and leave my shore and learn of butterflies and more. The beauty of their colored wings, the trees4, the grass and pretty4 things, and exploration makes more seaish my existence. Cueball says "The world’s too big, let’s turn around, work out the sea, the sea is down" (or 'the sea's big too, and it is down'?) I know he's wrong, I know the sea from there is inexplicable. We’d rest, reflect, but could not guess The things we’d see when we went up He says the top will always climb(it can go on longer than we can) I’ll still go up and tell him, "Everything, well, no, But anything we ask, we’ll know." (or: "Everything's too much, but anything we can, we'll touch") They know this land, they healed my knee, I wonder if they know the sea. Their leader talks; they know the sea will cover everywhere we’ve walked. They say we can’t get back in time. I still look up and tell them, "Everything will end But anything we can, we’ll mend Everything will end (Even time will end) But anything we can, we’ll mend (But any time we have, we'll spend) mend... mend... mend... mend... we’ll mend... we’ll mend... we’ll mend... we’ll mend... The ground’s too wet, the water’s fresh, and we still have to find the rest. It’s all we can just to survive, then she floats up and tells me: We’ll mend... We’ll mend... We’ll mend... We’ll mend... We’ll mend... We’ll mend... We’ll mend... I left my home, and left my shore and learned of butterflies and more.
Posted on 2013-08-15 21:42.
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Posted on 2013-07-02 11:21.
Today my childish laughter falls away The stakes were real; we won’t go back some day With a knot of bitter worry in my eyes And a tangled mess of thoughts, and things we can’t say No time to say, we won’t say our goodbyes No no no no / take me back home No no no no / take me away Bring her 'round slow / no no no no Tie her up right / I'll sail round the night I'll dock when it's day No no no no / I got no home No no no no / only away So bring her 'round slow / no no no no Don’t know where I'll land but I'll unclench my hands I'm willing to stay So sail around, sail around, to the edge of the world Let the waves break the crest of the fear when we’re spilled to the grass hills, we’ll build our new castles And we'll grow, into our new frontier And don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t forget what we had here Build with me, the time has run too fast Let’s hold on to this feeling while it lasts And when the land disturbs our dream, we’ll wake But for now we’ve sands of home, small grains of break We'll take our break, until it’s passed… Oh, no no no no / Now it’s time to move on No no no no / There’s not enough air So bring her 'round slow / no no no no Fold up the maps If home’s through these gaps Why bother with where? No no no no no no no / I got no home No no no no / only a way So bring her 'round slow / no no no no The water's not clear But I've washed ashore here And I'm willing to stay So sail around, sail around, to the edge of the world Homeward bound to the edge of the land Lead us into the grass hills, we’ll build our new castles Without caring how much is planned And don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t stop if you don’t understand I’m just a kid, who’s scarcely learned to stand. I’ve spent my whole life bathed in water and in sand The sea has swilled the only home I’ve known The sea and world I knew are thoroughly gone. They have all gone, they’ve gone yet grown. go go go, go go go Sail around, sail around, to the edge of the world Let the waves break the crest of the fear Ride your will through the grass hills, we’ll build our new castles And we'll grow, as will our new frontier And don’t forget, don’t forget, don't forget, don’t but let’s see what’s through here… see what's through here… see what's through here… (repeat)
Posted on 2013-08-16 19:44.
I woke up this mornix I had a scone and a large house blend Then a little conversation with my OTTer and molpy friends I said I'll never tire of waiting And I hope the wait won't end Then I saw a message in the ninja preview As I clicked send And it said: Ooh ooh child, what d'you think the Time wait was gonna last forever? Ooh ooh child, now's the Time for all the people to get together Outside Cause it's the end of Time, end of Time Find a chirping new pastime. Enjoy the Outside climate Or at least enjoy a climb Randall says go, baby, do what he tells ya Maybe I'll see you and we'll chirp with nostalgia Green below you, blue above Colour your life with the double-edged knife called chirping Outside I thanked it for the information I cried a little when I closed the tab I wrote a bit of code, made some stars explode And I tidied up the lab I Skyped my old Outside friends They called me lame so I called my mum I asked her if she'd like to join me as I tried to brave the sun. And she said Ooh ooh child, I thought we'd lost you to that whatsit on your computer Ooh ooh child, I hope you don't think you're still in a first-person shooter Outside Cause it's the end of Time, end of Time Find a chirping new pastime. Write songs about a primate Or at least Optimus Prime Randall says go, baby, do what he tells ya If OTTers see you you can chirp with nostalgia Green below you, blue above Colour your life with the double-edged knife called chirping Outside So we went to the park together In the molpy-chirping midday sun I met all kinds of people and thought Chirp everyone! Chirp the lady who sells ice cream And chirp the man with the tan Shar Pei! Everything is molpy-chirping mustard. I feel chirped today. And Mum said: Ooh ooh child, open your mind and your heart, feel the spirit moving through you Ooh ooh child, you know Outside would be nice if it chirping knew you Outside Cause it's the end of Time, end of Time Find a chirping new pastime. And sing unfilkéd ragtime Or at least a stilted rhyme Randall says go, baby, do what he tells ya If OTTers see you you can chirp with nostalgia Green below you, blue above Colour your life with the double-edged knife called chirping Outside Chirping Outside! Chirping Outside!
Posted on 2013-07-28 17:10.
So here we are, back by the sea in a world full of wow, but you're looking at me. We are forever one perfect kiss that makes us immortal, for a single newpix. First part for now First part of ever You stare in wonder at the water and sand; for the next thousand lifetimes, you'll be holding my hand. Fresh love7 is surging through the berm to my heart so it's a good day to e**, even better to start. First part for now First part of ever So here we are building up high; we built so much taller after the bye. We are forever sand on our beach. We are the castle the sea cannot reach. First part for now First part of ever First part for now First part of ever
Posted on 2013-08-07 00:04.
Like a molpy loves its prey Like a girl loves a beret Like fading loves grey I love to do things that begin with S-K For example: I love to skip Saved me a wip! I like to sketch a Précis of the thread Helps me to ketchup before I get dead But I don't have time to manip So I skip I love to skim Just on a whim I also like Sciscitor sounds good to me Sciscit or 'biscuits Yes, I love S-C But there's no S-C-H schism If I skim And skip I love to scan I'll read what I can I like to scroll on my handheld device Get straight to the goal Then post scads of advice Sometimes I scare kids on 4chan Then scan And skim And skip Sometimes I blitz like a schizo(-TT!) Or skimp on a skein that sounds scatty to me And whenever I have a few Skittles to spend I can scupper a skyter or scoop on a friend! But those skills are all just the tip I love to scan and to skim and to skip
Posted on 2013-06-25 13:49.
We all were told how to escape from the water in the Gulf But we couldn't save anyone's family So we tried, then gave up, 'cause the sage was not wrong But we tried so damn thumb-in-a-damly [or don't-breach/give-a-damly?] What makes a person so poisonous righteous That they'd think less of anyone who just disagreed? They are just scientists, we are just optimists If we said they were crazy, would they leave us at sea? Fighters for safe retreat, fighters for racing Fighters for all the souls in the basin Don't tell us we can't fight, just 'cause you know you're right Your history seems to agree that heroes fight through the sea. So we ran and we watched as the water lapped at the hills And we learned so much more from our sortie. Will we sail? Will we fail? Were the questions unasked. Will we die for the sake of the forty? What could we say... we still don't understand the world? The tsunami of knowledge through which we have been hurled. Our kind of life makes such ravages unthinkable We like to build castles, take swims and feed squirrels… Fighters for prudent plans, fighters for racing Fighters for all the souls in the basin Don't tell us we can't fight just 'cause you know you're right Your history seems to agree that heroes fight through the sea That one would fight all for three We are just simpletons, they are just naysayers. That's where the beach was, that's where the sea... What could we say... we still don't understand the world? And history seems to agree that heroes fight through the sea That one would risk all for three Is that how it always will be?
Posted on 2013-07-21 23:14.
It's a small sea after all It's a small sea after all It's a small sea after all It's a small, small sea It's a sea that's shrunken, a sea of salt It's a sea of dregs, bounded by Gibralt- arrrr, so much that's untold, but we think big by default It's a small sea after all It's a small sea after all It's a small sea after all It's a small sea after all It's a small, small sea They're in a basin that's filling in, And to fill means flood like the Zanclean. Till the mountains are isles, and the plains up by miles, it's a small small sea It's a small sea after all It's a small sea after all It's a small sea after all It's a small, small sea
Posted on 2013-08-07 10:37.
I think that pixel's busted; is that mustard, movin'? Let's compare it: That, right there, it's red, and that's gone to green. It must be a compy; let's ENHANCE! And we'll see, Like I said, like I said there's no error! But it could be a mole, from its hole, on a stroll. Let's agree, option three: a chimera! In that grass In that grass Molpy, molpy, molpy-y-y What's in that grass In that grass Molpy, molpy, molpy, hehehe, molp! Molp molp, molp molp molp. Molp molp, molp molp molp. Molp molp, molp molp molp. Molp molpy grapevine. That molpy role be played by squirpy clade, I know it. Pretty weird, with wow trees here, they don't live where you grow it. What the tree? Where are we? Randallverse? Cassini? Looks to me, looks to me There's an error! Get the sweets, and the treats, and the neat comfy seats Heresy, heresy calls for terror! In that grass In that grass Molpy, molpy, molpy-y-y What's in that grass In that grass Molpy, molpy, molpy, hehehe, molp, molp, molp, molp, molp, molp, molpy... argh, it's a snaaake.
Posted on 2013-08-15 21:42.
Are you a little molpy, or are you a little raptor? Did you just want a hug, or do you wish you had thwapped 'er? Pixel blob looked safe at first when Lucky came to play Then Cueball noticed something wrong and jumped into its way. The cat got Cueball, Meg thwapped it, and it seemed he was okay, but the damage was revealed after our Lucky ran away. Megan's leg was bleeding and the claws got Cueball's bag, So Megan had to use the little flag. They worried she would need some help, but went back on their way Through fading light, til they called it a day Are you a little molpy, or are you a little raptor? Did you just want a hug, or do you wish you had thwapped 'er? Megan had to get some rest, so Cueball stayed up waiting for jaguars and shooting stars while tiredly contemplating all his wonderings and worries, till he'd done with concentrating He woke up Meg in time to hear the chirpy birds migrating. He couldn't sleep or dream at all no matter how he tried, Megan bravely bleeding by his side. But finally fatigue took over, sleep came with a yawn. Megan shook him back, and it was dawn. Are you a little molpy, or are you a little raptor? Did you just want a hug, or do you wish you had thwapped 'er? Future Megan had her leg healed, and she learned they had to run Future Cueball soon forgot what molpyraptorcat had done, If a molpy, or a raptor, Lucky ran when they came toward it to the hills on lower ground, and lower safety they afford it.
Posted on 2013-08-18 15:31.
Castles, cat fights, trebuchets, long nights, beanies, molpies, squirpies, chirpies, wowterfalls, dilgunnerangs, wow trees, salt seas, huge rooms, sand dunes, French girls, certain doom, linguists, campfires, healing cream, grapevines, Pokémolps, beesnakes, worm-snakes too, face-hillbugs, steam bottle ughs and a shooting star and a castleraft and lands afar. Well, it was just two people sitting when we came upon this comic, but the genius Randall sniped us with proportions astronomic, and the waiters are in mourning now the comic's not quite dead, but we'll always have a home now in this strange and wowterful thread. Castles, cat fights, trebuchets, long nights, beanies, molpies, squirpies, chirpies, wowterfalls, dilgunnerangs, wow trees, salt seas, huge rooms, sand dunes, French girls, certain doom, linguists, campfires, healing cream, grapevines, Pokemolps, beesnakes, worm-snakes too, face-hillbugs, steam bottle ughs and a shooting star and a castleraft and lands afar.
Posted on 2013-08-03 01:56.
Megan: Who will save the river valley? That's our drinking water. This was once a sacred place now, look at what we've got here. I'll pretend the river isn't broken, stay strong for Rob. But soon we'll have to start using the steam thing, or find more rivers… Me and Rob went swimming last night, he's some kid I care 'bout, but the sea just does not taste right; we got scared, and spat it out. The sea is big, and rising toward our castles; we don't know why. Something's adding land or raining, or there's more rivers… This is my world, this is my world, don't let it go away. Is it a crime, spending my Time, dreaming of yesterday? Let's go look for river valleys, we can find some answers, find out where those voices come from, 'semen'? 'Ice'? And 'cancers'? Timewaiters: At this we rang the ONGs anticipating the loss of our new world unto the Fading. As BlitzGirl ran her last ketchup, we all feared our Time was up… All: This is my world, don't take it away... Is your favourite place controlled by an internet cartoonist? Do you think you'll have some power posting newpix soonest? Are you fine with your sand castles? Are they gonna crumble? I'm living in the river valley, come and join me for a tumble! Timewaiters: Pearl by perl°, our community is tightly knit from sunrise to the last call - we Wait for it and life is sublime, when the world has you, and you have Time. All: spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace LaPetite: Who will save the river valley? (this is my world) Who will save the river valley? (this is my world) Who will save the river valley? (this is my world) Who will save the river valley?
Posted on 2013-05-06 22:30.
Our comic’s bigger than most And if asked I boast ’cause I’m really proud So I shout it loud RUN with Megan and Cue They will RUN with you We don't know all the history, Climax or mid-story? Heroes or casualties? Fllotsam or catmolpies? Still what we know's good enough: ’cause we’ve got Rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And water! All aboard, everyone! We’ve got Rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And water!
Posted on 2013-07-25 21:42.
You know it isn't easy living here on Stickcrusher Mountain Maybe you could cut me just a little slack. Would it kill you to be civil? I've been patient, I've been gracious And this mountain is covered with meowlps Hear them [gr/h]owling, my hungry children Maybe you should stay and have another drink and think about me and you. Ohhh, they'll still wait for you but it's far too late for you, even those Waiters think I'm crazy, and they're all far from sanity. If you could find some way to be (I want to get 'some Waiter' in here instead of 'some way to' but haven't spent much time figuring out how yet) a little bit less afraid of me you'd see the artist that controls me says to wait for it, so I shouldn't kill you yet...
Posted on 2013-07-05 16:19.
I got an e-mail from a reader who said he loved an artist who wrote comics like the sea1 He asked me if I thought the artist should feel he should restart this a sequel just for me and this is what I said: The Great Lord Randall is not your bitch no matter how much you gripe The Great Lord Randall is not your bitch so you might as well go get a life I said: If you think that Time was entertaining it's best to stop complaining writers just aren't machines Although he once worked building robots they weren't for comic slow-plots so find something else to read Check out the book wiki The Great Lord Randall is not your bitch no matter how much you gripe The Great Lord Randall is not your bitch so stop waiting and go get a life
Posted on 2013-07-28 03:00.
And the band played on As the Cueganites went forth Still posting songs at the last of the ONGs To fill the thread henceforth. We all still rock. To the end, no flames could engulf us Every OTTer a friend We lived through the fade and the comfy foam maiden Peeking up the yurt of the end And we'd wait. Two chirping hours for one pixel When each pixie's a muse. We wrote enough fanfic To fill the Atlantic Flooded the Med with haikus And the band played on As the Cueganites went forth Still posting songs at the last of the ONGs To fill the thread henceforth. Between frames, we said, "we're inside Plato's cave!" Just waiting around, molpy up, molpy down Till we're no longer looking Outside And we'd wait. Ever noticed how waiting's like life? Never know what will come And the end of ourself comes with ninjas and stealth, so we best keep the wait AWEFULSOME! And the band played on As the Cueganites went forth Still posting songs at the last of the ONGs To fill the thread henceforth. Then it's gone. They're saved from the edge of disaster. Whether it's right or it's wrong We forced out a chortle, Played through in Portal, Sang a few bars of some pretty old song: Molpy molpy molpy molpy molpy molpy molpy molpy grapevine grapevine Molpy molpy molpy molpy molpy molpy molpy molpy grapevine grapevine Oh, the vines, their bittersweet wine of extinction Tethered under the sea No-one to feed for the dead do not need... Till the fish find fruit and so do we. And the band played on As the Cueganites went forth Still posting songs at the last of the ONGs To fill the thread henceforth. Till 'THE END', said the ONG so overtly that newpix. No more whispers of 'bye' But we were so ardent, We pleaded and bargained, Sure that it couldn't just die. We all still rock, Who says End of Time's Armageddon? Our tribe wanders in, Towards something great for them We'll never wait again Can't really call that a loss or a win 'Cause the band plays on As we Cueganites go forth Rich with free time at the end of the line To fill the thread henceforth.
Posted on 2013-07-28 15:45.
They went to build towers by the ocean one newpix, and now they’re walking away. They must have had questions the sea could not answer to tell their sand castles “bye” Spoiler: They had thought that the sea could command what it did, and it wanted to flow to the shore. So you waited ashore. You said, “Soon it will come, it will wash the whole castle away, and then all the ocean and towers will go, just to loop.” They had whispered of dix when the tides were more shallow, And they mourned the fresh rain on the sea. You smiled, amused, by their simplistic words And surmised of new moons, blue lagoons. You said, “Cuegan, this world is made up so when the Moon pulls on seas, any seas, there are things called tides. Pull yourself up on a bucket? It's so clueless. Megan! You’re daft as Cue!” And one dix they woke by the shore and their castles, observed a whole tower was gone. They tasted sea but they thirsted for answers and said, “Well, it’s time we moved on.” And you waited and waited watched the scene fade and said, “Tell me this end isn’t true!” And you willed them both back to the castles again but Time’s river had flowed somewhere new. They went to build towers by the ocean one newpix, and now they’re walking away. They left all their castles and walked for a mip to discover the source of the sea. They veered from the water to climb for mip saying “I always wanted to know things. No, I never wanted to keep that sea view; who’d have dreamt of a land of such molpies and beesnakes and wowtrees and waterfalls too If we'd sat and waited like you?" Now who's to say who has a clue?
Posted on 2013-06-20 23:58.
Time is over You're going back Outside. I'm staying here Where else would I go? Watch the sea churn Hear all we've OTTified Outside comes in Sooner than you know Jokes get old and the blitzers let go Skip through Time because they know When they reach now they'll say Goodbye Goodbye Time is over Because it has to be Our thread still loops Around and around It's a circle That's bringing you back to me Stay where I am I'm lost and found When you go you come back again Get the door, a first post's coming in They just signed up to say Goodbye Goodbye
Posted on 2013-07-28 17:59.
Only a newpix ago we had nothing but Time Wait the first part of forever one frame at a time Only a dream my friends, Thinking Time never ends Tearing off pieces of our lives Waiting for Time to drive us. Fold our hearts up small Or break them into pieces Find somewhere and keep them there Take them when you go. There in the frame were decay of the castles and byes We saw this coming but still we are caught by surprise All of this Time we knew Time would conclude or loop That doesn't mean that it's OK That doesn't mean we're ready Fold our thread up small And wiki it to pieces Data fit and mirror it Take it when we go Some things you always remember, some things you forget Tide razed Time's castles but we've got neat bugs to find yet Worlds Randall can not reveal Where we can make it real No need to wait for One True Call: Let's go Outside, explore now. Fold their world up small And love the thread to pieces, Find somewhere and keep it there, Take it when we go.
Posted on 2013-07-28 02:21.
When you wish upon a star Makes no difference where you are Anything Munroe desires Will come to you. If your Megan's in a dream No sky map is too extreme When you wish upon a star As dreamers do. Wait is kind, It brings to those to love The explanation of The ε7 setting. Leaping molpy from the white? Great Lord Randall does you right. When you wish upon a star You'll last the night.
Posted on 2013-06-30 03:06.
That's something I could do, (not just detect haiku) speech synthesisers compute stress as well. Wait, is my rhyme scheme wrong? was my fourth line too long? Oh, the unstressed thing is moved, can you tell?
Posted on 2013-05-19 01:32.
You mean something like: Oh drat that's five syllables. Let's try this again. You mean like: But we could only (for the smaller collider) budget for two quarks
Posted on 2013-06-26 16:38.
We could only bud... [CHANGE!] I love our weird haiku [CHANGE!]...get for two quarks.
Posted on 2013-06-26 16:38.