One of those
One of These,
One of thee
Artists of the nineties
1998 - close to the millennium,
As all people do, I
Endeavor.
I'm forging through onto the Net
I feel like those must have felt
While they,
Grabbed up oil, seized land,
Made the first films, drove the first cars -
This Internet = it is Ours!
I spend hours, nights
Lose sleep past days
Learn code browsing pages
Turn art into digits for
DRW Sites - my
Worldnet, my world that
Gives me the world
The world store
On world's board
Walk -The net,
our time's next stop
It's coming and here
It's right_here_now!
Less poetic now - more serious being,
Those who know = now should know!
Those who do not, should! No,
This internet is much more
More than a small breakthrough
More than most large breakthroughs
Freedom
The freedom those must have felt to have
Found New Free lands, more than
You must feel upon having new children
I'm telling you what you already know,
Unless you are blind and living in the nine
This thing, now merely on screen,
So much more than today's caches can store.
Open airwaves again while
We're in an age
The age of ""owning things""
The networks own the waves
The radio stations,
They own the waves
The publishers, linear
They own the text that's grown
But I tell, repeat, and know -
This age, if it can survive - The
predictable tendency for thriving companies
to seal up
To make exclusive whatever industry makes them Rich,
Exclusive Bastards they are
Killing their fucking selves as well.
Think about it?
We give in about it
Information should not be owned
Information is owned
The Internet can kill the owned, If,
We prevent the owners from having it!
If, we don't
pay online attention to any
Organization that even whispers Control!
Even today we applaud ourselves
For aggressively forcing "free" radio in other
Recently-conforming-to-us like countries.
Meanwhile,
I wonder what station I've got?
Wondering what TV channel/wave I might use?
Wondering,
Not wondering,
Knowing
Money, time
The right time.
Limited wavelengths? No
Limited ink? No
Limited Land? Kind of
Limited compassion? Yes
Limited bravery? Yes
Limited Security? Yes
Let me say without retraction
I will never stifle my competition.
Idiots, Humans
Greedy Neanderthals
Make business complicated
Slimy codes, permits, and unions –
And all, and
All these concepts, companies and structures
Beware, far more than us up and coming,
The Internet will shut all Exclusivists down!
Down, Down, Down,
Tomorrow 's age will be open,
My Age is opening
We will someday stop
Rich ass holes that do not give
Companies that do not feel
All opinions are "the real."
And back to the present real,
I'm opening up shop to the world,
I'm getting very few hits and wondering
Where is the world, and
If the world begins to come, of what
Can I make of my hits gained?
I'm without a "catch" - some trick,
Products yes, but no scam
No intricate financial re-routing of funds,
No CC accepted, auto charge and deliver
Make a bank account quiver
Subtle, reap the world browsing
Most likely hoping
That the net be less greedy, more honest
Than dog-eat, human-cheat
Dumb-ass; appeal to the masses then
Let all more helpful voices end
Selfish, heartless = black entity
To hell if not without charity
Ignorant, not even realizing what their
Doing, In their
Small part of some nasty greedy beast of
An Enterprise,
Yes,
Without Love, Brainless,
people go to hell. DRW
Sites, while harmless, has art to sell.
The Internet will kill the dumb,
Bankrupt the greedy,
And,
Give audience,
To,
Those who have something
Other than
Bullshit, intimidation, and sunshine up one's ass
To give.
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