Answering the swali link
Once upon a time, there was a sad little person who had gotten bullied at school. This sad little person had gotten bullied because (s)he was shorter than the others, possibly heavier than them and quite certainly looked young for his/her age, and therefore seemed to be an easy target.
Now, this person was in fact quite intelligent, and was just bursting with snarky retaliations for these bullies, but could never say them for fear of another swirly. So (s)he kept quiet, shouting witty obscenities in his/her head.
One day, however, this person was on the computer at nyumbani when (s)he came across the option to maoni on something au the other -- completely anonymously. And so (s)he let 'er rip, and typed out one of the maoni that had almost made his/her head explode when (s)he had to restrain his/herself and not say a word. (S)he really went all out, and moved throughout the website, making negative maoni on anything and everything (s)he could find. It gave him/her a kind of perverse satisfaction, as if (s)he were finally getting back at the bullies for all those years of torment.
Now, the internet is a big place, but trends (aka memes) spread quickly, and some people identified with him/her and decided to start their own brand of cyber-retaliation. The idea spread, and spread, until eventually it got the name trolling, as (s)he once told someone that they're uglier than a mountain troll. This person was, of course, outraged, and responded with the standard first-grade comment: WELL wewe ARE A TROLL! (S)he mulled over this a bit, and so was born the term troll, a universal term describing those who partake in unnecessary cyber-bullying/cyber-annoying/cyber-anything. However, even though trollism (as the followers called their 'cult') spread, the anonymous sad little he-she who started the whole thing is still revered as a leader and chanzo of inspiration. His/her identity is a great secret, and will only be revealed to a potential troll once he au she has proved their worth.
Eventually, (s)he started noticing that a lot of people got annoyed when someone was unable to spell words correctly au grasp even the most basic grammar rules, and so (s)he began to typ lyk dis, something most (sane-ish) people on the internet abhor and avoid as if it were avian flu, au maybe AIDS. The message was sent around to all the mini-trolls via their super-secret TMN (Troll Mail Network), and so began the even now continuing period of typin lyk dis, the period of time in which trolls are stronger than ever before. It is also a time where trolls, encouraged as always kwa the anonymous (s)he, try to make their statements and ideas as outrageous and nonsensical as humanly (or rather trolly) possible simply to get a rise out of the sane-ish people on the internets.
This is why, my friends, we must unite in a league of correct spelling and grammar, with a side-order of ideas even remotely in the sane end of the spectrum and do our level best to ignore the trolls, as they only gain momentum from that.
Occasionally telling them, ever-so-politely, to fuck off, however, is perfectly allowed and sometimes even necessary. (Besides, wewe know wewe want to).
And that is the story of how trolls came to be. I had way too much fun with it. (c) Malloy.
Once upon a time, there was a sad little person who had gotten bullied at school. This sad little person had gotten bullied because (s)he was shorter than the others, possibly heavier than them and quite certainly looked young for his/her age, and therefore seemed to be an easy target.
Now, this person was in fact quite intelligent, and was just bursting with snarky retaliations for these bullies, but could never say them for fear of another swirly. So (s)he kept quiet, shouting witty obscenities in his/her head.
One day, however, this person was on the computer at nyumbani when (s)he came across the option to maoni on something au the other -- completely anonymously. And so (s)he let 'er rip, and typed out one of the maoni that had almost made his/her head explode when (s)he had to restrain his/herself and not say a word. (S)he really went all out, and moved throughout the website, making negative maoni on anything and everything (s)he could find. It gave him/her a kind of perverse satisfaction, as if (s)he were finally getting back at the bullies for all those years of torment.
Now, the internet is a big place, but trends (aka memes) spread quickly, and some people identified with him/her and decided to start their own brand of cyber-retaliation. The idea spread, and spread, until eventually it got the name trolling, as (s)he once told someone that they're uglier than a mountain troll. This person was, of course, outraged, and responded with the standard first-grade comment: WELL wewe ARE A TROLL! (S)he mulled over this a bit, and so was born the term troll, a universal term describing those who partake in unnecessary cyber-bullying/cyber-annoying/cyber-anything. However, even though trollism (as the followers called their 'cult') spread, the anonymous sad little he-she who started the whole thing is still revered as a leader and chanzo of inspiration. His/her identity is a great secret, and will only be revealed to a potential troll once he au she has proved their worth.
Eventually, (s)he started noticing that a lot of people got annoyed when someone was unable to spell words correctly au grasp even the most basic grammar rules, and so (s)he began to typ lyk dis, something most (sane-ish) people on the internet abhor and avoid as if it were avian flu, au maybe AIDS. The message was sent around to all the mini-trolls via their super-secret TMN (Troll Mail Network), and so began the even now continuing period of typin lyk dis, the period of time in which trolls are stronger than ever before. It is also a time where trolls, encouraged as always kwa the anonymous (s)he, try to make their statements and ideas as outrageous and nonsensical as humanly (or rather trolly) possible simply to get a rise out of the sane-ish people on the internets.
This is why, my friends, we must unite in a league of correct spelling and grammar, with a side-order of ideas even remotely in the sane end of the spectrum and do our level best to ignore the trolls, as they only gain momentum from that.
Occasionally telling them, ever-so-politely, to fuck off, however, is perfectly allowed and sometimes even necessary. (Besides, wewe know wewe want to).
And that is the story of how trolls came to be. I had way too much fun with it. (c) Malloy.
I dont think of this as a poem its zaidi like sadness and confusion today one of my neighbours died my brother called me over to see i saw them songesha the body coverd in a red blanket and the men in black suits and i thought to myself in that moment i never alisema hello never waved au smiled at her when i come to think of it i never saw her have one visitor i alisema to myself i wish i could cry right now but i couldnt i just couldnt i told myself i hope whatever i have done in my life would not make me die alone thats all i ask for and all i wish for
I'm goin' down to South Park gonna have myself a time,
(Kyle + Stan) Friendly faces everwhere humble folks without temptation,
I'm goin' down to South Park gonna leave my woes behind,
(Cartman) Ample Parking siku au Night, people spouting, "Howdy, Neighbor"
I'm headin' down to South Park gonna see if I can't unwind,
(Kenny) I like girls with big vagina, I like girls with big fat titties
So come on down to South Park, and meet some Marafiki of mine. ______
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(Kyle + Stan) Friendly faces everwhere humble folks without temptation,
I'm goin' down to South Park gonna leave my woes behind,
(Cartman) Ample Parking siku au Night, people spouting, "Howdy, Neighbor"
I'm headin' down to South Park gonna see if I can't unwind,
(Kenny) I like girls with big vagina, I like girls with big fat titties
So come on down to South Park, and meet some Marafiki of mine. ______
______________
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RUSH
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They say it's good to take your time
But it can be hard to do so
So I find myself asking the same maswali
Over and over again
Whenever I rush into something
I'm told to slow down au else I'll get burned
But who knows
Maybe it's good sometimes
To rush into things
'Cause I know wewe know it's right So I say
(Chorus)
Let's rush
I know there's nothing wrong we can do
If we follow our hearts
Whether we rush
au we take our time
So let's rush
I want wewe to know this
That I'll never leave your side
We may rush au we may not
I want wewe to know this
I want wewe to know this
So I say
(Chorus X2)
Let's rush
Let's rush
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They say it's good to take your time
But it can be hard to do so
So I find myself asking the same maswali
Over and over again
Whenever I rush into something
I'm told to slow down au else I'll get burned
But who knows
Maybe it's good sometimes
To rush into things
'Cause I know wewe know it's right So I say
(Chorus)
Let's rush
I know there's nothing wrong we can do
If we follow our hearts
Whether we rush
au we take our time
So let's rush
I want wewe to know this
That I'll never leave your side
We may rush au we may not
I want wewe to know this
I want wewe to know this
So I say
(Chorus X2)
Let's rush
Let's rush