A Poem

Off-Topic
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“The falsity of the courting of the world”

A faulty bewilderment beyond the stars
A falsely knitted cause of fuel-efficient cars
A stake in vying to never settle down
An opt-out of sleeping with every guy in town
Sobriety speaks its mind
And falling shortly behind
Is a tale of boredom and psychosis

Never mind the man behind the iron curtain
Your role in society is not for certain
They will never get it right
Their money fist is always clenched too tight
Sobriety speaks in tongues
And when your brain gets stung
Your friendship with your fate is flying in the wind

“Aha!” You say, “I know how to get it wrong”
And as you grab your sword and your thong
You trip on liberty and justice for certain establishments
And for all that tastes bitter on the other side of the fence
Sobriety draws a line
And just when you think you’re divine
A dust storm of self doubt drives over your house

And so it is said.

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People don’t like music, they like boots.

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“Nice Boots”, they say (The rest is implied)

That’s all they ever say. All they ever want.

25

The Prime Directive. In a bucket.

26

Filter 3, use your LowPass Attack now!

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“horny for the beta”, a haiku maded by me.

cold winter has us…
there! horizon faintly glows:
renoise will update.

29

up the arse corner
:o
:wub:

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:w00t:
:o

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I wrote a poem

Make music for tits and pussy
tits and pussy tits and pussy
Make music for tits and pussy
tits and ass and tits and pussy

32

renoise 2.5 is awesome, nough said.

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Can’t wait for the scripting engine to go public. It will finally prove once and for all that those who talk the loudest about coding, can’t.

35

BunnyKore :yeah:

36

Stolen quotes:

Calling Renoise a “Tracker” is like calling LOGIC a “Sequencer” - True, but hardly sufficient.

37

I’d like to stick a chain saw in that.

38

I’m tired as shit
Feels like my head’s taken a hit

…I’m gonna go to bed now. Sleep tight and burn bright.

40

do you know the muffin man?

the muffin man, the muffin man?

huh?

do you?

do you know the muffin man?

the muffin man?!

well?! answer me!!

did you SEE him?! huh?! like me?!

I see him!! oh yeah I see him everywhere, just like you

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:w00t:
:smashed:

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Ik stamp de stempel d’r maar op, met het mes op de koffietafel
Mijn tong is rafelig en zuur, staat in brand en smaakt naar zwavel
Dus hou je wafel, want ik ben nu aan het woord, hoor
Ik zet m’n zinnen zonder zorgen, stomend stormend overmorgen
Mondend in geborgen ronde kale kopzorgen
En als de woorden worden gehoord door de oren
Van het kaf en van het koren, dan ritsel ik een gig
En spit ik tot ik stik de moord

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u has big mouf!