Idiocy"Can I ask you a question?"Idiocy9 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
"How do I turn my Playstation on."
Oh, fuck me. Another one. "There is a switch on the back. It has a circle and a line on it. Flip it."
"I did that. It won't turn on."
"Is it plugged in?"
"Is what plugged in?"
"The wall socket."
"Should it be? I thought it was battery powered!"
"..no. Take the cord, and plug it in."
"The one with the plug and the square and circle on the other end."
"There is nothing like that."
"It's long and flatter than the other one."
"Oooh. You mean this one with the yellow red and white wires?"
"..no. I mean the other one."
"But this is the controller!"
"JUST PLUG ONE OF THEM IN."
"Okay okay." (there are tinkering noises and then a click as he hangs up.)
(Two hours later)
"Hey, is this the guy I talked to about the PS2?"
"I plugged that thing in, and my house shorted out! What the hell?"
"..what did..you plug in?"
"The thing with the yellow cords. I stuck it int
How to create an UTAUloidHow to create an UTAUloid5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hello, thanks for clicking this.
In this tutorial, I will tell you a bit more about how to make an UTAUloid.
First, you must ask yourself:
What language do I want to make my UTAUloid sing in?
Most people use so called "recording lists", also known as "reclist" to record the sounds used for their UTAUloid. Without a reclist, recording is almost impossible for a newbie like you.
These links have a lot of great reclist.
Maybe you can find one that is for your language!
Two CV VC lists: One in Japanese, one in Bulgarian.
A (kind of) complicated English reclist.
Many CV reclists in languages such as English, Dutch, Spanish, Filipino.
Some of them are not perfect.
... What? There is none that is in your language?
You can still try searching on oth
To a NihilistYou are a collection of atomsTo a Nihilist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
expressing sentimental miscellanea,
introverted processes designed by coincidence
to always prove the theory of chaos,
I am unstable,
but you are decomposing. I wonder,
sometimes, if you contemplate futility or peace
or constance or value or the fate of our mortality
in a universe that holds its dead stars
for millennia, a history of dust,
but then I remember
And that is what you never learned,
never sought to.
SensesIt's too dark to see, but I can hear you near me, breathing quietly in my ear. You're still shivering a little bit from earlier, and I can hear it in your breathing.Senses9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
I can feel the heat from your body as you lie near me, and I can feel what you want from the way you're trembling. I feel your arm gently wrap around my hips as you turn on your side and begin to lick my earlobe. Can you feel the way my body tightens when you do that? You know how to torment me.
"Open your mouth," you murmur quietly, taking the lobe into your teeth, and I can't help but oblige. God, do you know what you taste like? Do you know that I'm starting to shudder and we haven't even gotten down to it.
I can't see you, but I can feel the shape of your body on top of me. Who gave you the right to be so beautiful? I can only wonder for a moment because God! do you know what you do when you move like that and do you know what you're doing to me my God you must know you must know.
The only thing I can feel is you and y
The Girlfriend SongThe Girlfriend Song8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hey,don't you wish you were a high-class,cut-price motherfucker?
With lots of pics of pretty ladies sticking in your locker?
And don't you wish you would get lucky ten times in a row
And learn a lot of spicy tricks that no one needs to know?
I know you know I've said these things a thousand times before
You know there's nothing in the world that ever heals this sore
You know that we're all getting high on puppets in a thong
Once more I'll make you sing with me,'cause that's the girlfriend song
I'll skip the part where I would rant against the human kind
But when did you last choose the things you'd like to haunt your mind?
Commercializing girlfriends having horns instead of wings
Swallowing endlessly the edge of everyone who sings
And maybe you don't always go and buy the next big hit
But lust is something on which you don't have the guts to spit
Divide and rule,they say,there's only legs there to divide
The girlfriend song's for all of you who cannot choose a side
"Freedom and love ar
[Tutorial ] How to get points everyday ?Hello Sweeties,[Tutorial ] How to get points everyday ?2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Are you okay ? Hope you're !
To be honest i wanted to do my first tutorial about little chibis for everyone, but... everyday i receive note or comments with:
Donate points ! or Please take a com from me ! or I need points please !
With of course, some bad or pitiful reason (or nothing) with this. But i've to say something, that people who really want points have to understand:
Points are like Money ! They were bought or gain ! You have to "work" for it !
There is no miracle, but i'll give you all the way i know to get points. To get points EVERYDAYS (i got 10-50/day) and how to try to win great price.
How to Get Points Everyday ?
Dahub & Datrade :star:
:icondahub: & :icondatrade:
There're the place to be if you want points everyday ! Of course they wont come without doing nothing.
You just have to watch, fav, g
soul to soldier.don't pretend to besoul to soldier.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
biblical, my love-- you are
nothing more than heart.
I'm Sorry that I Love YouI'm sorry that I love you,I'm Sorry that I Love You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I just won't go away when you need someone,
that my heart beats fast when you're around,
that when I close my eyes I see your smile.
I'm sorry that I care,
that I consistently ask how your day was,
that I hold our memories dear,
that I'll always look out for you.
I'm sorry that I smile whenever your near.
that I see you first out of anyone in the crowd.
that I always seem to be by your side,
that we just have too many good times together.
I'm sorry that I worry with you,
that I frown when you aren't happy,
that I tear up when you frown,
that I break inside when you tear up.
I'm sorry that I love you,
that I try to make you laugh,
that I want to hold your hand,
that I only want what's best for you.
I'm sorry that my love doesn't fade.
I wasn't aware that your love had an expiration date.
often timescurling vines are my fingers turning backoften times6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on themselves and creeping up the wall of my
bedroom to find cracks and escape to the unwavering light
that shines on the wall through your looking glass eyes full
of sky and falling diamonds that scatter with piano sounds
onto the knotted hardwood floor beneath my nervous feet
that leave shadows like mice and night time creatures which linger
in the corners of my house you chase them from the fire place with
a flashlight to your wide-grin face and jeering angles of
light on dark on skin and bones that you swear will
be buried next to mine in the backyard under stones that
have our names in them as if we own the earth within that
five-foot-seven and five-foot-nine plot of wrinkled grass
that i mention will look like my hair when i'm old if you're
still around to see it that way i hope you are but i hope you
think it beautiful and not grassy and not full of gloomy ideas
that escaped my mind and got caught in the wisps of earl
Desert SongThe night is listingDesert Song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too far to the left,
asphalt carrying the road
deep into the canyon
where the cacti keep
a lonely vigil.
I taste gravel
and the crunch of stars
like chrome pressed
against the windshield,
its cobweb dusting the roof above me,
my face cracking the dashboard
like God's own map.
Breathing becomes an art
and I can hear
the crazy clatter of limbs
as the gas tank makes
with my soul
but a solitary lizard
to hear the desert's song.
Fingernails, Please“Fingernails, please.”Fingernails, Please1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl smacked her gum, fussed with her hair a little, and turned her attention back to her phone. After a few seconds she glanced up again, clearly irritated: “Well?”
“Right. Um.” Thomas suppressed the urge to look at the fingernails she was currently wearing. “Color?”
“Green. Do you have something in a sort of limey chartreuse, maybe?”
“Uh, yeah, the list's over here –” But his customer had turned her full attention back to the phone, and was clearly ignoring him. Thomas cleared his throat. “Do you want lime, or chartreuse?”
“Uh... yeah, lime. Sure.”
Thomas winced. The long ones were always worst. “I'll be right back.”
He had 18 mm lime in stock, still in their larval stage, pale and wriggling under the blue light of the stasis chamber. He tried hard not to look at them too closely as he de
TwilightI must admit to having read and liked all four of the Twilight books. However, the books have since been ruined by obsessive fangirls also known as Twitards. Yes, the Twitards who have denigrated into this macabre cult worshipping at the feet of Stephanie Meyer. "I'm in love with Edward/ Jacob/ my own self-indulgence" proclaim most of the 'Tards; forever cementing in my mind gross images of *insert character here* and *insert self-proclaimed dumbass here*. Meyer herself even knew these kinds of criticisms were coming. She said in an interview with MTV thatTwilight6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
'You see the punch coming; that doesn't mean it's not going to hurt when it hits." Of course it will hurt her feelings that her wet dream boyfriend of the "perfect marble" features and zero personality is getting slammed. There is even a ludicrous petition circulating the internet asking people to sign up for the injustice against Stephanie Meyer and her "marvelous" books. Appare
..Stay With Me....Stay With Me..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stay with me, my beating heart.
Stay with me, it's getting dark.
Stay with me, before all is lost.
Stay with me, at any cost.
Your light is fading and night has fallen.
Your breath is faint but I still embrace hope
The same way I hold you under this canopy of silhouetted trees
In the presence of glistening stars.
Your eyes are closed and your heart has silenced.
Your skin is warm but it has lost its vibrance.
Stay with me, it's getting cold.
Stay with me, my heart of gold.
Stay with me, I'm always here.
Stay with me, forever my dear.
61I had a vision.616 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Virgin Mary came to me in a dream.
She told me that it was almost over.
She showed me the end.
I was eleven years old.
"Why won't you let me touch you?" she asks, staring into my closed eyes.
I can hear a tear slide down her cheek sideways.
"Because then I can't pretend I'm not here," I reply silently, my imaginary voice box sending billions of hypothetical ripples through the air, directly into her right ear.
61 days later it was September 11, 2001.
The day before my birthday.
It seemed like the end was closer than ever.
So I counted down.
Like clockwork, something terrible happened every 61 days.
Hundreds, thousands, millions died.
I was consumed by the fear that the next 61 would be my last.
I think about how inconsequential my life could be, if only I applied myself.
I think about the people who love me, and how they wouldn't miss me if I never existed.
I think my brain is a curious mush of gray and at any point it may decide to stop functioning.
I think t
her.he told her:her.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i like how you put your hands on your waist
and tip your hips
to accentuate the precious curve of your back
and say 'come to bed.'
i like how you walk up the stairs
on the tips of your toes
like you're prepared to take off in flight
but possibly never come back
i like how you believe in luck
and running between the raindrops
and leaping through open doorways
and singing to the flowers
i like how you brush your hair
in the dim lit morning
and tell me of all your
last-night whimsical dreams
i like how you bite your cherry lips
and your fingernails and tongue
and how you sit with knees crossed
and bare foot bobbing up and down
but i love you the most
when you keep coming back
to tell me that you like
how i look at you
FinaleEven as I stare down at the divorce papers--the endnote severing what few connections Hayden and I have left--it doesn't feel done. And by 'it,' I don't know what I mean. I can't quite pinpoint any cause, but I know I feel awkward. Like my skin is pulled too tight against my muscle and bone.Finale6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We met our sophomore year at Potsdam. It was late spring. Some friends and I went camping up on the Saint Lawrence near Massena. Long story short: I'm a klutz. My bike washed out as I hit a patch of loose gravel, and I ended up in a deep part of the river. Every drop of water that touched my skin felt like a laceration. It wasn't long until I'd lost feeling in my arms and legs. I remember looking at my friends looking back at me, just standing there, making no attempt to save me. I remember a stranger shoving them aside as he jumped in and swam me to shore. Started a fire with a lighter, some twigs, and his coat. Told me stories of him and hypothermia until my limbs were hot with the new rush of bl
The Longing of Swan Lake.The Longing of Swan Lake.6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
How still the moon?
Soon I shall see its full reflection
shining in the deep blue pools
of my dear mother's tears
that I do glide
so aimlessly upon.
I softly swim
cocooned in white feathered beauty
singing the sweetest of songs -
yet, but a voice unheard.
The sorcerer has cast an evil spell on me
kidnapped my human form
from morn to midnight
it is only then
I am set free
to seek my love for all eternity.
When day does break
I drift again
a gilded swan
wondering where my life has gone?
One day my Prince will come
he shall rescue me from such suspended grace
celebrate his love aloud for his enchanted Princess..
Make me his bride!
stay by my side
banish this evil magic that beholds me.
For now, I count each shooting star
every evening birdsong
feel the descending chill of nightfall with joy
I wait you see, in anticipation,
I wait for the glory of a full moon
and it's short, sweet release
A. M. Young (Please respect Copyright)
These Five Were For You.These five were for you. Two setsThese Five Were For You.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of parallel lines, three this way, two that.
I separated them on a blank, hairless mass
that was the middle of my left thigh.
I separated them from the rest, the other
fifty-nine (and yes, I counted them) because
they are different. The others are mine.
They are broken-flesh tally marks keeping track of every
shortcoming. But they are my shortcomings.
Mother, I think you are under the impression
that words come easily for me.
They don't. Every poem is still a struggle; every conversion
from thought to word is like the algebra problems that I
was never too successful at solving, like the battle between
the metric system and customary units.
When I try to unwrap little bits of my insanity like packages
that have not been handled with care, know that it is difficult, mother.
Aside from my high IQ, talent, youth,
and spotless nose, you hate my
underwear the most.
You hate t
how to tell me my scars are beautiful.leave roses with thorns on my stairwell, the kindhow to tell me my scars are beautiful.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that would entice me when i was fourteen but now
serve as silent irritation—when we eat steak, use
your thinnest, sharpest knife to cleave the meat
into tiny squares and let me watch you wash it
and put it away when you’re done—open your
packages with your trusty pocket knife, peter
pan boy scout, and when i move in, let me
borrow it; don’t question the t-shirts i order
in winter and the sweatshirts i order during the
sweltering heat of summer—when i lay beside you
at night and talk about the state of the universe
that day, nibble on my ear, scratch my arm, slap
my rump until i giggle and push you away, finally
ready to fall into the quiet abyss of dark and sleep
Dear CharlotteDear Charlotte2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's September 1st today. It's weird, isn't it? The way most kids associate the start of September with brand new backpacks, pencil shavings and the panicked beating of their hearts as they get on the bus, pretending all the while to be perfectly collected, not even a little nervous? I guess that's one thing this whole thing has given me to be grateful for. Dr. Spence says it would be a good idea for me to write a list every day of things I'm grateful for. You'd like him. He also told me I should try writing you a few letters telling you how I feel, even if I would never send them, and it's not like you'd open them even if I did. Anyways, don't get me wrong, it's not like the start of another year doesn't faze me, it's more like I'm used to it, you know? And besides, I have other things to think about.
Charlie. It feels strange to call you Charlie. It's like when we used to go to that sushi place on 3rd street that you absolutely loved and we would order the rolls with