This is a very early model of what I'm sending to brickfair.
It has no name, no feet, and no head so at this point I'm very open to suggestions about the MOC.
In the dark corners of my mind thoughts have been growing ever since I learned about nuclear weapons, Bio missiles, and other things of the like.
We've found ways to make ourselves stronger, faster, live longer, and more powerful. In doing such we've out grow all of or predators.
We've found ways to make ourselves look better, smell nicer, talk around making anyone mad, and we made a grand hive-mind that we call the internet. in doing such we have out grow our instincts.
We've found
You are not free, you have never been free, you will never be free. Dose not matter where you live, how old you are, how much money you make, or what your family has done in the past.
You're always a slave to something until you let go. Stop holding on and let go.
There are three kinds of people in the world, those of you who control others and are slaves to power thus losing control of them selfs, those who have given up power and are slaves to other humans thus losing control
Would you like to be free, I mean truly free, to the point of self-destruction or live a long life with rules, so many rules, that it almost bordered on oppression?
The day BZpower died
I can still remember how
the comedies used to make me smile.
And I knew if we had done well,
The spammers would have been flamed,
And there'd be no more noobs for awhile...
But matoro worshipers made me shiver,
with every with every banner they delivered.
Hackers on the front page;
I barely held in my nerd rage.
I can't remember if I cried
when I saw the kits far and wide,
but someone called the F.B.I.,
the day that BZpower died.
So..
