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outernet tales - part two of lost bloggers of the outernet

by triple o <pepp@[EMAIL PROTECTED] > Dec 20, 2006 at 12:43 PM

outernet tales
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this boy of yrs
must be


spittin chips
u cut so many corners

give me his blog address

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powderfinger
'passenger'
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hello young man


if u'll just
turn yr 

webcam on

so i can see out yr viewport


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ok
point and click


on any star that takes yr fancy

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and again

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right stop

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motorhead
'paranoid'
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mellow out man

i see a star in yr viewport

i recognise

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?
'to58'
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nirvana
'on a plain'
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a distinctive colour

it's umm

a fast food world



just point at it and click

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there ya go

think yr in orbit

around a mc donalds franchise

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no man
i cant read yr images of th stars

i get thru th outernet

like i can read 
the real thing but

th advertising stars
are distinctive


why so much crap
hangs around em


i'll send th bill to yr mother

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an only child 
and she pleaded with th higher ups

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pj harvey
'i think i'm a mother'
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yeah alright
but is he ever gunna do anything

special


i already know
u think he;s special

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but he's just another lost blogger

out there in th void

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glad i could be of help

no maam


they arent all that 


easy

to find

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little bugger was only lost three months

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must of put a flea

in someone's ear

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cause i read yr blog and

ya hadntf found anythign interestign and

yr drive



mad space ship drive


that takes us across th universe

in th blink of an eye


was unused



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massive attack
'protection'
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wot was he doing

piloting a ship by himself




his psychic potential was under five percent


and he missed his

planet of destination

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poor little boy

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u and a thousand others

every day

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ya gotta keep clicking an

find a way back

and then yr trail
is


a ring


and anyone can take yr journey

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it's cheating
to have us come in and

bail ya out

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unless ya found somethin special

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that mad bastard




he didnt get lost


that other guy



that found their trading base


didnt get lost at all

didnt fool us man


he followed th alien's trail


along with th hunters

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arrived first and

managed to follow himt o next hop

felt comfortabel cause


all th hops were under

thirty light yrs


safe enough



till he found em


and panicked




took a big jump and


where th fuck am i ?

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six yrs


wanderin th outer reaches


of unknown space

let alone

known


but i found him so


we've got his trail

and th backup crews can


follow it up

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gettin u home

was a coup

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we knew u

foudn hteir trading base but

coudl never recognise th stars


where u kept landing

not even th big buggers



betelgeuse


is tiny to some standards



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i lobbe din

ah yeah

anoither bleu planet fo rmy tally


oh

a guy twenty light yrs distant


a 



lost blogger



who's psychic potential has gone over


ninety percent



log into yr blog and

hi dude



we've found ya

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six yrs

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a little more training and

they 'll send u out to do my job

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though i dont always

have to move

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do re mi
'track 13'
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third hop and

i see a star i recognise



thru yr webcam

stop man


i know where u are

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and beat his computer by

milliseconds


they so fast

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when th ships computer says

this is unknown space


it cant

recognise anything


is when it gets interesting

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dont know how far i've jumped

i missed my target star



in orbit around some other star

with everything moving



it happens

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take small hop
fifty light yrs

to a safe destination


dont feel liek another rollercoaster ride thanks and


wait for th ship



to look around

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harvey danger
'flagpole sitta'
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still lost

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but not out of touch just

th fuckin universe is


big


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i log onto th outernet


and register


as a lost blogger

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didnt mean to be out here

just travelling from

a to b and


my ship's survival stocks are good and


it;s random number generator

is th latest download

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i can let it

spin th numbers or


i can point and click

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most let th machine do it


but it depends how lost u are

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th best
random number generator

machine inteliigence

hasnt past

99.99%


psychic potential

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and hwen yr

a couple thosuand million light yrs from home

a degre eof arc

a millionth of a drgee off



can put u on th other side of

the unknown universe

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tenacious d
'hard fucking'
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george
'run'
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ya may as well wander

and let th magic take u where it will

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if it's special enough


a hunter will come along


for th bounty

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th closer

th random number generator download gets


th more th music

gets magic but


the magic has it;s own agenda

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th intelligence
buried in th chaos

that einstein
smart bugger

for every action
there's an equal and opposite reaction

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plug th number generator into th computer and
let it spit nonsense and

it makes more sense than i do

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till i took th programming course in tech and

had my 

random number generator installed

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preset studio keepers
'solsbury hill'(dur)
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flat line

random number generator


can i


knock down that

flaw



th magic says no

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the all


everything
everywhere

everywhen
and all made of

nothing

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i understand yr secrets universe but

havin th bottom level
of th operating system

is only so helpful

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Röyksopp
'Kings Of Convenience - I Don't Know What I Can Save You From' (REMIX)
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perhaps

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it does help me find the
lost bloggers

of the outernet

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it always seem to be

they hit an epiphany


in their blog

and start writin decent clues


to th song

that;s about to play


when they find that

one thing that


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oh
i recognise that star


huge bloated orb though it be


th remnants of a supernova



th best mc donalds restaurant

in th unknown universe


so many have ppl

have fronted th counter and



got back because


they saw th



fuckin huge star

they blew up


to advertise th joint

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th oens who
didnt have to bee helped home

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the red hot chilli peppers
'track no04'
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outraged

so many other species

how many stars
we threw into that fire



and how far back in time


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but hey

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we spot em here and there

when they collapse


they go a bit black and


still make good markers

fuck space is big


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th music of th spheres

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we sing to th stars and

if it songs back shit


in th psychic ether

then th hunters


vie for th contract

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whole phrases

c
omin back distorted


from a  dyson sphere

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cake
'going the distance'
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where are u travelling ?



no destination huh

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too many of our travellers


are bein sucked into orbit


around yr sphere

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some of em
have their image

of th known universe

disappear and


disappear

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we've posted warnings but

yr travelling
three quarters of light speed and

so slow

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a solar system mass

and size

in one body


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the stranglers
'gold and brown'
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th early reports

thought u were a black hole

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till our
film

cameras


caught u

opening th poles

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still

it's th biggest space ship


i've ever laid eyes on and

u answered th pyschic hail

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ya cant attack this thing

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worse than our

super huge destroyers



what are ya gunna hurt ?

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throw a star



into it;s gullet

when th pole is open and


it'll just eject

wot it doesnt want


out th other pole


and as we suspected

it can



swap poles


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it wants

to stay under light speed

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kanye west
'golddigger'(ft jamie foxxx)
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depends really

on how much of our resources


u wanna suck

on yr way thru

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not my fault

u got five lanes of traffic

blocked

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th mean distance
between stars

in this sector yr in
is less than five light yrs

so
th more or less
run of th mill humanity

all th thirty percent psychics



fly from star to star

easy as

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humanity is bitching


on how much yr gulping

as ya pass by


a lot of us

in this sector and


too many mummies

callin our service

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noosha fox
's-s-s single bed'
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if it doesnt mattter


where u are

cause yr happy in yr dyson sphere



can i interest you in this

rift




it's not cleaned out yet


these are the 
mass specs



our guys are confident they can shift yr

whole ball



and you'd be doin us a favour


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some of us

humans like to live


where th rocks

have been cleaned out



safer than bein in normal space and


much safer than livin on a  planet

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land fallin on their heads

24/7


fuckin dark ages man

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u ppl are above that

built this huge

artifact

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budgie
'Napoleon Bona- Part One / Napoleon Bona- Part Two
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well

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we either shift u or

knock u over

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and it;s only

one planetary system's mass

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we find
thousands of times

more than that
every day

just in ppl gettin lost

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th countless trillians of us

yr kiddin man

half of humanity doesnt fill out th census

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we've gotten fined


in every census they've had

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if u wanna invoke th galactic council and

ask for arbitration


remember who their policemen are

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singularis harmonis pi porcus


my name


my species name


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it's pronounced in th english tongue


one harmonius (spoken number of pi) pig


u cant address us as 


one pig


is against th law

for an alien


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we are

one harmonius eternal pigs


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mudvayne
'death blooms'
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let us move u along

to th rift


there's still enough mass

in there


to keep you lot fed and happy

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trade ?


sorry a human custom

we put th question symbol


after th sentence

is dumb


?trade

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we can use u as a 


vacuum cleaner

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clean space sells at a premium

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it;s fuckin empty

rare as

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th ambassadors will

come to



talk more

thank you for your 


time

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they'll go in th rift

they dont believe we can shift them


they're only


eight y one light yrs

from th mc donalds star


but they dont know it

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tom petty
'free falling'
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i wonder if

th ppl inside that thing

even look outside

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nuthin much can harm it

a dinosaur 

of th deep black

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they must live


on th inside of th ball



but

they screen good enough



we cant tell

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and lookin

one of th poles


all ya see is fire

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maybe a real smart

plasma


i dunno man

just feels warm in there

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a giant vacuum cleaner

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hope th fuckin pirates
cant hire ya

to go clean up that dust cloud

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th pirate raft
would love to hit th 


acadamey

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city high
'caramel'(song for you)
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th hidden space city


with tetraplegia standing guard

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well

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it's a temporary assignment

she tells me

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triple agent

one of ours

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we have th secret

of th lowest circle


of magic

the fundamental


ALL

is

nothing


has to

to bee infinite


and this makes us very happy pigs

for which we are thankfull

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th ultimate equation


with everything there is
on one side of th line

equaling

zero

on th other

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gorillaz
'feels good'
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ah man
th music

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huge head rush

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anything is possible

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even
th lost blogger


millions of light yrs from
any other human


and still
logging onto


the outernet
to chase decent four d porn and


relate to his or her
fellow humans

i draw th lien at eight sexes

it's all just sex isnt it

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young man


u're th first




who's blog i've ben asked to look into

becaus ehis lady and gentlemen friends

on th internet

sorry

my manners

outernet


are bitchin because

it;s affectign their sex life

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jewel
'the new wild west
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mother indeed

jeez they tell some lies


i read his blog

watched th fun and

interesting
social arrangement he had and


put three and four together

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time to
pack a bong and


suck down a coffee and

pick a  direction


any direction

it's all good



till th phone rings


with th next case or

contract


instantaneous messaging

can be annoying



when yr spinning

in


cleaned space


that's just been vacuumed



groovin on th music and



tryin to remember th name of th guy
who invented th


first bong


that ya could pull a cone on in freefall



it'll come to me


learned it often enough growin up


so many cones smoked in yr honour brother


here's to magic drugs and


spiritual awareness


let there be light

..
..
..


one of many

high priest of kuta

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p.s.

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powderfinger
'dont panic'
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p.p.s

fuck recycling

..
..
..

triple o

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icehouse
'love in motion'(with chrissie amphlett)
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outernet tales - part two of lost bloggers of the outernet
triple o <pepp@[EMAIL   2006-12-20 12:43:23 

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