normalny

Byla sobie pusta notka, nie posiadajaca jakiejkolwiek tresci...

Orgasm by Norman

This is my September*
This is my time of the year
Conversion, software version 7.0
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the winds of change
Did you ever think
That we could be so close
So close no matter how far
But if I go...
And you know
I wish that I could go there
Hope you know that I'm never coming back
Why did I have to meet somebody like you?

(Chorous:)
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone, or anything
I don't care about anyone, but me
Like the naked leads the blind
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind
Goddamn I love me
Goddamn I love me
Goddamn I love me

(Your friends:)
We will shut you out
We'll put you in doubt if you think that you're special
Sicker than the rest
Right answer and you're cool, yeah, you're the kid the whole day
(You:)
Psychic spies from China
Little girls from Sweden
Don't speak
I don't wanna hear it, no it's more than I accept
'Cause I don't care where I belong no more
And I won't waste my time fitting in

Chorous

It's the most beautiful place in the whole wide fucking world
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
It's made of candy canes and planes
And bright red choo choo trains and the meanest little boys
And the most innocent little girls
They're in my head
Now I feel pathetic

Chorous

I'm so horny
That's ok, cause so are you
But hell, if ya want somethin' done right
You gotta do it yourself
With the lights out its less dangerous
Mr: Dick if you're nasty
Don't you think you can extend, just comprehend

Chorous

Maybe I could use some help
Load up on guns and bring your friends
That's ok my will is good
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
Destruction leads to a very rough road
I kill you
It's in out nature to kill
Kill, kill, kill...
Imagine all the people
Die like the rest
I hope you'll see this world through my eyes
It's just that simple
People are the problem today
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Chorous x2

Im's so happy
Why? Why? Why?
I used to be alive
I feel stupid
So i speak to you in riddles
I'm not gonna crack
Never care for games they play
'Cause the game of life is crazy
What is wrong with the world today!

Ucze sie wlasnie stawiac magiczne znaki na drzwiach tak, by nikt nie mogl przez nie przejsc. Jak narazie nie potrafie nawet przywolac zwyklej hordy szkieletorow. A Wy co porabiacie rozkoszni psychole?

To nie prowokacja. Porzucam idee pisania bloga jako takiego.

(acz ze jest to zajecie niezwykle rozwijajace - prowadzil go bede nadal z sentymentu i dla czystej przyjemnosci)

(tekst na ktorym sie wychowalem, ktory na swoj spsoob uksztaltowal moj sposob myslenia i pojmownia swiata... abstrahujac juz od jego tematu glownego, jakim jest h/p/a)

'Mentor's Last Words'

Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. 'Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal', 'Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering'... Damn kids. They're all alike. But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn underachiever. They're all alike. I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. 'No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head...' Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... or feels threatened by me... or thinks I'm a smart ass... or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike. And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. 'This is it... this is where I belong...' I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike... You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few arelike drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals.  We explore... and you call us criminals.  We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual,but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

The Mentor