FAYGO - The World's First Juggalo Madrigal by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
FAYGO - The World's First Juggalo Madrigal
FAYGO
~WHATUP, WHATUP
FAYGO
~WHATUP, WHATUP
We'll go, and get a few more bottles
We know,
how wicked clowns roll,
we won't get old no
we gonna live forever
When we were just little clowns
Talkin trash around the town
Sip Red Pop and run from cops, it seemed to be so simple.
In a can or in a jar
Plastic bottles will fly far
but empties float on a FAYGO moat that just gets bigger
FAYGO
~WHATUP, WHATUP
FAYGO
~WHATUP, WHATUP
We'll go, and get a few more bottles
We know,
how wicked clowns roll,
we won't get old no
we gonna live forever
So many dope kinds to try
Red Pop, Moon Mist, Rock'n'Rye
There's FAYGO for one and all, red, yellow,
Grimm you hear what I hear? by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
Grimm you hear what I hear?
Said the witness to Officer Wu,
Do you see what I see?
In the alley dark, Officer Wu,
Do you see what I see?
Oh god! Oh god! What the fuck is that?
It's face looks just like a cat!
It's face looks just like a cat.
Said the Officer to the Captain Renard,
Did you hear what I hear?
Ringing through the streets, Captain Renard,
Did you hear what I hear?
A howl, a howl ringing through the streets
And a sound like the tearing of meat,
a sound like the tearing of meat.
Said Captain Renard to Detective Nick,
"Do you know what I know?
About this latest case, Detective Nick,
Do you know what I know?
A Klau-streich stalking men like sheep--
These folk
(a filk to the tune of "In All My Dreams I Drown")
The ship, it swayed, heave ho, heave ho,
In the dark and stormy sky,
And I held tight to my husband's might
As he met my goggled eye.
"You haven't a dress," heave ho, he said,
"Without a cog or gear."
"But, I must steampunk every chance,"
"There's no Steamcon this year."
He said, "Now hush love, here's a shirt."
"Freshly washed, without dirt."
But I don't have a thing to wear; for all my clothes are brown.
My husband groused "I know, I know"
"Steampunk's a way of life."
"But this dinner's with the Head of Sales"
"She wants to meet my wife"
His cheek, I kissed, heave ho, heave ho
"And for yo
Night Vale High School Scorpions' Fight Song by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
Night Vale High School Scorpions' Fight Song
Oh Sting, Scorpions, Sting!
While with, your mighty claws you cling!
Oh Sting, Scorpions, Sting!
Whether ball you throw or bat you swing.
Emerging from the chasm deep
Across the sandy desert creep
Their doom you bring in chitinous sling
Oh stiii-iii-iiing!
Oh Sting, Sting, Sting!
Oh Sting, Scorpions, Sting!
We merrily reprise and sing.
Oh Sting, Scorpions, Sting!
Poison scavengers ere they take wing
To our home on the wasteland’s edge,
We’ll drag them from their lofty ledge,
Where all your foes shall crown you king,
Oh Sting, Sting, Stiiiiing!
Steampunk Concept Piece by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
Steampunk Concept Piece
A young moppet is abandoned at a bazaar in a bustling Victorian city. She and her terrier wander about lost and grow cold as night falls. Climbing a lattice into the broken window of a mansion, they huddle in the dusty sheets covering old furniture. The next morning they are discovered by the kindly servants of the household when the Terrier chases and kills a rat. The servants are trying to decide what to do about the girl, one arguing that the Master won't be pleased and the other arguing that the rat had been plaguing the master's experiments for months. As they argue the moppet is intrigued by the word "experiments" and creeps away in the
Like the Dark and normal Phoenix
Our Ends were beginnings
What keeps the heroes winning
And franchises beginning
It wasn't fair, how he fell through the air
Now Fury knows where, Let's take the Quinjet there
She's up all night 'til its done
I'm up all night to shoot guns
She's up all night on the run
I'm up all night to fight Bucky
We're up all night 'til its done
We're up all night to shoot guns
We're up all night on the run
We're up all night to fight Bucky
We're up all night to fight Bucky (x4)
Natasha, help me with him!
This beating that he's giving,
It's hesitance I'm feeling?
His heart must not be in it
You don't know who we are,
I know that we are twelve and I know you may love me
But you just can't swim in this pool anymore, Mermando
She's got gold stars on her swimsuit
but she won't swim to you, won't swim to you
She hears your call, ruido delfines
She's got a pool duck 'round her waist and around you
You know I once loved a gnome
Gulf of Mexico, your home
Love something then set it free
that's you and me
Don't swim my way, don't swim my way, Mermando
I'm not your queen, I'm not your queen, Normando
Don't hurt my bro, don't have a crush
Just eat some Smile Dip and hush
Don't call my name, don't call my name, Gideondo
Mermando, Mermando
Mer-Mermando, Mer-Merman
FAYGO - The World's First Juggalo Madrigal by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
FAYGO - The World's First Juggalo Madrigal
FAYGO
~WHATUP, WHATUP
FAYGO
~WHATUP, WHATUP
We'll go, and get a few more bottles
We know,
how wicked clowns roll,
we won't get old no
we gonna live forever
When we were just little clowns
Talkin trash around the town
Sip Red Pop and run from cops, it seemed to be so simple.
In a can or in a jar
Plastic bottles will fly far
but empties float on a FAYGO moat that just gets bigger
FAYGO
~WHATUP, WHATUP
FAYGO
~WHATUP, WHATUP
We'll go, and get a few more bottles
We know,
how wicked clowns roll,
we won't get old no
we gonna live forever
So many dope kinds to try
Red Pop, Moon Mist, Rock'n'Rye
There's FAYGO for one and all, red, yellow,
Grimm you hear what I hear? by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
Grimm you hear what I hear?
Said the witness to Officer Wu,
Do you see what I see?
In the alley dark, Officer Wu,
Do you see what I see?
Oh god! Oh god! What the fuck is that?
It's face looks just like a cat!
It's face looks just like a cat.
Said the Officer to the Captain Renard,
Did you hear what I hear?
Ringing through the streets, Captain Renard,
Did you hear what I hear?
A howl, a howl ringing through the streets
And a sound like the tearing of meat,
a sound like the tearing of meat.
Said Captain Renard to Detective Nick,
"Do you know what I know?
About this latest case, Detective Nick,
Do you know what I know?
A Klau-streich stalking men like sheep--
These folk
(a filk to the tune of "In All My Dreams I Drown")
The ship, it swayed, heave ho, heave ho,
In the dark and stormy sky,
And I held tight to my husband's might
As he met my goggled eye.
"You haven't a dress," heave ho, he said,
"Without a cog or gear."
"But, I must steampunk every chance,"
"There's no Steamcon this year."
He said, "Now hush love, here's a shirt."
"Freshly washed, without dirt."
But I don't have a thing to wear; for all my clothes are brown.
My husband groused "I know, I know"
"Steampunk's a way of life."
"But this dinner's with the Head of Sales"
"She wants to meet my wife"
His cheek, I kissed, heave ho, heave ho
"And for yo
Night Vale High School Scorpions' Fight Song by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
Night Vale High School Scorpions' Fight Song
Oh Sting, Scorpions, Sting!
While with, your mighty claws you cling!
Oh Sting, Scorpions, Sting!
Whether ball you throw or bat you swing.
Emerging from the chasm deep
Across the sandy desert creep
Their doom you bring in chitinous sling
Oh stiii-iii-iiing!
Oh Sting, Sting, Sting!
Oh Sting, Scorpions, Sting!
We merrily reprise and sing.
Oh Sting, Scorpions, Sting!
Poison scavengers ere they take wing
To our home on the wasteland’s edge,
We’ll drag them from their lofty ledge,
Where all your foes shall crown you king,
Oh Sting, Sting, Stiiiiing!
Steampunk Concept Piece by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
Steampunk Concept Piece
A young moppet is abandoned at a bazaar in a bustling Victorian city. She and her terrier wander about lost and grow cold as night falls. Climbing a lattice into the broken window of a mansion, they huddle in the dusty sheets covering old furniture. The next morning they are discovered by the kindly servants of the household when the Terrier chases and kills a rat. The servants are trying to decide what to do about the girl, one arguing that the Master won't be pleased and the other arguing that the rat had been plaguing the master's experiments for months. As they argue the moppet is intrigued by the word "experiments" and creeps away in the
Ode to a Book in the Fall by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
Ode to a Book in the Fall
Ode to a Book in the Fall
There is a book upon my desk
That's never tried to bite
It's never flapped its pages
or jumped and taken flight
The book is not a treasure
to the literary crowd
It's not been read by teachers
Preachers,
don't shout its pages loud
This quiet book upon my desk
is a first edition rare
but robbers would not take it
If they went creeping there
The book may change the world some day
In the hands of the right child
He may read it and have thoughts take root
That make his mind run wild
The lifeless book upon my desk
It fills me with such fright
I love and hate this book the most
For it's the one I will n
Guests and Ghosts: The Healer by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
Guests and Ghosts: The Healer
June "Junebug" Laurel is one of those rare members of Generation X that ended up sharing the mindset of his flower child parents. On a small communal farm outside of Boulder she had little contact with the outside world. They hid away from the nation of Nixon and then took measures to keep their daughter safe from the world of Reagan. Only after the Soviet Union dissolved and the Cold War ended did Junebug really begin to interact with the outside world in any real way.
Like the other children of hippies, Junebug was taught about mother earth and the harmony of nature. However the founders of the co-op, her parents included, had shared a l
Guests and Ghosts:The Magician by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
Guests and Ghosts:The Magician
Kara Sparks started her career on stage at the age of ten, assisting her 12 year old brother in a talent show. From that day forward she couldn't pull herself away from the stage. Through high school she studied the art of prestidigitation and showmanship. Her natural beauty certainly helped her career, but you need more than a pretty face to make it in magic.
She was waitressing in Atlantic City two years out of High School when she caught the eye of an old vaudeville performer who was heckling the magician on stage. The old man was shouting the magician's secrets and before security dragged him out, even ruined a card trick by stom
Guests and Ghosts:TheMercenary by tomthefanboy, literature
Literature
Guests and Ghosts:TheMercenary
Calvin grew up in the street. Sometimes on it, depending on how much his daddy had stolen relative to how much he drank. His parents were both part of a gang in the south side projects. A small group from the same block that had unknowingly been part of the same test group during the 60s. A government R&D team had come in under the guise of a Funds Management team and had added a special "filtration system" to the building that the future gang members grew up in. The government abandoned the project after 5 years and swept all evidence of it under the rug. 20% of the subjects were effected by the treatment, but only 3% showed any benefit. Th
Current Residence: Beaverton deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL Favourite genre of music: Parody Favourite style of art: Stylized Comic MP3 player of choice: Winamp Shell of choice: Conch? Wallpaper of choice: Simple, I don't stare at my desktop. Skin of choice: Human? Favourite cartoon character: Harley Quinn Personal Quote: "Let me get out my map."
I've been feeling guilty lately about having spent the last few months just consuming media instead of creating.
When my PC died I still had my laptop, but it doesn't have the horsepower for the programs I use to edit video or make vectors. My creative writing fell away because I didn't have as much time to myself while my wife was on unemployment (not her fault, I'm just easily distracted). The only creative outlet I've really had is the rpgs that I run and the prep work for them takes about two hours a week so even when I am thinking ahead it doesn't take much to be done.
So now I'm trying to get back in the swing of things. I'm going to
I was pretty negative about Prometheus, eh?
I blame the 3D glasses. They kept reflecting the lights on the stairs of the stadium seating so I could barely see half the screen at any given time.
There were still all sorts of plot holes, but the sweet ass visuals that distract you from them were ruined for me.
Anyway, Looking forward to Cloud Atlas. It promises to be a fantastical adventure through time.
Or at least only go see it for the right reasons.
If you are a GIGER fanboy or are intrigued with designing futuristic machinery then go ahead.
My thoughts in full are here: https://plus.google.com/u/0/101711406407306161628/posts/QkUxWF72dh1
My thoughts in brief: Pretty effects, good use of Giger, sloppy writing, continuity errors, invasive OMG GROSS LEVEL 10 SQUICK!