Wherever you go
You know I’ll be there
If you go far
You know I’ll be there
I’ll go anywhere
So I’ll see you there
You place the name
You know I’ll be there
You name the time
You know I’ll be there
I’ll go anywhere
So I’ll see you there
I don’t care if you don’t mind
I’ll be there not far behind
I will dare
Keep in mind
I’ll be there for you
Where there’s truth
You know I’ll be there
Amongst the lies
You know I’ll be there
I’ll go anywhere
So I’ll see you there
I don’t care if you don’t mind
I’ll be there not far behind
I will dare
Keep in mind
I’ll be there for you
If you should fall
You know I’ll be there
To catch the call
You know I’ll be there
I’ll go anywhere
So I’ll see you there
I don’t care if you don’t mind
I’ll be there not far behind
I will dare
Keep in mind
I don’t care
I’ll be there for you
I’ll be there for you
I can see tears filling your eyes
And I know where they're coming from
They're coming from a heart that's broken in two
By what you don't see
The person in the mirror
Doesn't look like the magazine
Oh, but when I look at you it's clear to me that...
I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know it's true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God
Never has there been and never again
Will there be another you
Fashioned by God's hand
And perfectly planned
To be just who you are
And what He's been creating
Since the first beat of your heart
Is a living breathing priceless work of art...
I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know it's true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God
Just look at you
You're a wonder in the making
Oh, and God's not through, no
In fact, He's just getting started...
And I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know it's true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God
As soon as your born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so ######### crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and you're classless and free,
But you're still ######ing peasants as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like all the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me
Working Class Hero - Green Day (John Lennon cover)
So, today I was riminising remenising reminising reminiscing about the olden days when I first joined BZP. When I first joined, I wanted to do the following:
1) Be the most popular and bestest MOCist evar!!
2) Win BotW. (Then it disappeared!! )
3) Become staff and ban people! (Actually, I just wanted a larger avatar )
4) Have everyone think I'm totally funny and awesome and love me.
The penguins were at war! It was all over the news.
Long had they been oppressed on every side. Their women and child taken away. Their fishsticks eaten. They were made slaves, and forced to bellydance!
The penguins had been growing their numbers for years. It was their time to take back their ice, to fight their oppressors.
And who were these gaudy opponents who dared to suppress them?
The muffins.
Blueberry.
***
On one cold evening in the Attic (not Arctic, this is a common misconception) the penguins and muffins met in battle. Their lines stood on two 2x4 boards with a valley of bright pink insulation between them. They were either in a large attic or they were small penguins and muffins.
The two lines roared at each other for a good two hours (this was standard) before the captains of each army went out to meet each other.
"Alright," said the penguin captain, "I want no funny business. I want a good, clean fight? You understand?"
But the muffin captain didn't reply. This was, of course, because muffins can't speak, only roar, and roaring at a time like this seemed a tad inappropriate.
The penguin captain left, a little confused, and went back to his army.
"Look men," he started, "We all know why we're here. That is the enemy. And what're we hungry for?"
"Fishsticks!!" shouted the army back.
"No, muffins!"
"Oh."
There was an awkward pause.
"Muffins. Yay." They cried out feebly.
The penguins began their charge in the pink insulation. But the muffins remained motionless.
Then suddenly, as the penguins were about to trample of the motionless muffins something strange happened. The muffins didn't looks like muffins anymore.
They had legs. And teeth! Not really any arms though.
Oh no! They were Tyrannosaurus Rex's!
In the blink of an eye they had turned into prehistoric killing machines (or maybe scavengers, no one really knows.)
What were the penguins to do? They were helpless.
Well, I'll tell you.
They were eaten.
End of story.
***
But this is not the end.
For as they were eaten they too changed. And can you guess who they changed into?
No, of course you can't, I'm telling the story!
Collectively, the penguins, as they were being eaten alive by the new muffins-to-T-Rex's, turned into one whole Darth Vader.
It was weird.
Darth Vader just stood there, somehow towering above all the T-Rex's, and laughed.
"MWAHAHAHA!!!" said he.
He then pushed a button on his chest and all the T-Rex's disappeared.
***
On a long, distant planet, the T-Rex's awoke.
They were muffins again.
They all sighed.
"It was fun while it lasted," said one. (So they could speak after all!! )
A large, vertical object walked up to them.
Shrieks an shrills came from the muffins, and they cowered before it.
It was a fishstick with angry eyebrows!
The fishstick had a plate in his hand. He dropped it before the muffins.
The muffins gasped, horrified. Some even puked.
But by the look of the angry eyebrows of the fishstick, they had to eat what was on the plate, no matter what.
Slowly the muffins took up their forks and knives and began eating their most loathsome food:
I finally was able to play MNOLG2 thanks to Walter, but was unable to do anything except fix the propeller with the shell, and pick up those random herbs and seaweed. I can't tell if the game is glitchy or if I'm just really bad.
I just played through it for the first time in years. AMAZING. This is why I loved Bionicle so much. The mythology. The characters. And the McToran Makuta.
This made me want to play MNOLG2 more than ever (since I've never played it).
Does anyone does where I can play/download a glitch-free version of MNOLG2?
Saint Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1, 2 (1, 2, 3, 4!)
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty thieves
And I'm here to represent
The needle in the vein of the establishment
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a ###### and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Are you talkin' to me?
I'll give you something to cry about!
SAINT JIMMY!
My name is Saint Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime
I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
It's Saint Jimmy
And that's my naaaaaaaaame