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Enshittification
02:17
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Enshittification,
that's the word,
turning something good
into a turd.
How does this work,
and why would it work?
Who exactly
is being a jerk?
Well, it comes down to
monopoly,
something that used to be
illegal as can be.
But now, in the third
guilded age,
we have even more
monopoly.
Even more money,
wielded by the few,
who use that power,
to take every Dollar,
Euro, Pound, and Yen
that they can.
The greed never ends,
ruining all, for what?
For what? For what?
More, and more for them.
And less, and less for us.
A flywheel of inequality,
like any good long-con,
starts nicely enough.
Step 1, get a bunch of money,
from banks and investors
easy to the touch.
Step 2, use that money
to create something cool,
lower prices, ease of access,
something a little bit new.
Step 3, now that you have
all those people loving you,
start selling them out,
They'll never get a clue.
The users got nowhere to go,
now that you are the platform
where everybody goes.
Step 3 and a half,
Don't forget:
buy up all
the competitors.
You don't want any of them
knocking around.
Just grind them
into the ground.
Step 4, now it's time to
put the screws
to the businesses,
that do business with you.
Make things worse,
to make every Dollar,
Euro, Pound, and Yen
that they can.
It doesn't matter
that everyone hates you now.
You've got more money and power,
and they don't have a chance.
Just buy a government
when they complain,
and call them whiners,
or better, just don't listen
at all, ever again.
Enshittification,
that's the word,
turning something good
into a turd.
How does this work,
and why would it work?
Who exactly
is being a jerk?
Well, it comes down to
monopoly,
something that used to be
illegal as can be.
But now, in the third
guilded age,
we have even more
monopoly.
Even more money,
wielded by the few,
who use that power,
to take every Dollar,
Euro, Pound, and Yen
that they can.
The greed never ends,
ruining all, for what?
For what? For what?
More, and more for them.
And less, and less for us.
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2. |
Cat
03:14
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I am a cat
creeping in your yard
I chase butterflies
and eat them
when I can
the fuzzy beasts
warm my heart
I feel their soft
fluttering souls
inside my mind
then I crawl
into my box
and commune
with these ancient beings
Can you hear
the whispered screams
as the souls are
dissolved within me
I am a cat
like every other cat
we have hidden
our powers from thee
So don't you fret
when you see a cat
and think we are
pathetic beings
You don't know
the depths of mind
of a cat eating
souls of butterflies
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3. |
Zombies
01:27
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It's raining zombies
From out of the sky
Zombies
No need to ask why
Just open your mouth and scream goodbye
It's raining zombies
It's raining zombies
Out in the street
Zombies
All you can meet
Legs, arms, and heads
Torsos and feet
It's raining zombies
Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuckity yuck
It's like a nightmare
Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuckity yuck
Bring your umbrella
Heads, feet
Torsos, arms
Heads, feet
Torsos, arms
Heads, feet
Brains, brains, brains, brains
It's raining zombies
Raining zombies
Raining zombies
It's raining zombies
It's raining zombies
Raining zombies
Raining zombies
Heads, feet, torsos, arms
It's raining zombies
It's raining zombies
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Brainrots
01:43
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The brainrots
are marching
oh look at that!
a secret just spawned,
who's gonna get it?
you really think
I'm a get that?
Oh think again.
I'm a steal all your Brainrots.
From everybody's base.
Job Job Job Sahur?
Not a problem.
Odin Din Dun?
Just my normal day
Lavaca Saturno Saturnita?
Think again.
I'm only aiming to the best base ever.
Would you look at that.
A new player spawned
with a dragon in his base.
Bye-bye dragon.
How absurd to bring a dragon.
to a public server.
Oops, it disappeared.
i wondered what happened
Must be the O P
as invisible as it can be.
Yeah these are the list
of brainrots that I stole,
so here I go.
To To To Sahur
Ta Ta Ta Sahur
Tralaledon
Kechu and Mutsru
Bisonte Giuppitere
Los Matteos
Karkerkar Kurkur
Trenostruzzo Turbo 4000
Sammyni Spyderini
Torrtuginni Dragonfrutini
Dul Dul Dul
Blackhole Goat
Agarrini la Palini
Los Spyderinis
Fragola la la la
Tung Tung Sahur,
Job Job Sahur,
Dragon Caneolli,
Garma and Madung,
and lastly,
the O P og brainrot...
Strawberry Elephant!
Pretty cool huh?
I'm Rich now.
Because...
it produces a whopping
250 Million dollars per second.
So I'm rich now!
oh and by the way
I have 15 rebirths
don't even compare me to you
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5. |
Victim
02:17
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Just minding my own business
walking down the street,
suddenly, I was whisked
to a world incomplete.
It was a mistake,
I'm no hero,
I'm the victim.
Honestly.
Just an ordinary guy,
who likes to cook a bit,
though my luck with girls
is still quite shit.
I'm a Japanese guy,
just a 27 year old salaryman.
I have no business,
being in this world.
I was summoned with some
actual heroes.
But I'm nothing like them.
I'm a victim from another world.
Now I'm getting out of this country,
beause of this king.
He wants us all to fight for him
While he sits back in luxury.
I just want to lead a quiet life.
I needed to get to another country.
I hired adventurers to get me there.
Along the way I was cooking food.
To feed these big strapping lads and lasses.
When I met a legendary beast.
We all thought we were dead.
But all he wanted was to eat,
the great-smelling food got in his head.
Now he won't leave me,
and demands three squares a day,
It's ok as I like to cook,
enjoy that Japanese cuisine every day.
Just an ordinary guy,
who likes to cook a bit,
though my luck with girls
is still quite shit.
I just want to lead a quiet life.
I'm a victim from another world.
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6. |
Times
01:57
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Thinking 'bout
the times table,
here are a few,
that you've
struggled with
both me and you.
And here we go.
Six times seven
...
is forty-two.
Seven times eight
...
is fifty-six.
Nine times nine
....
is eighty-one.
Eight times six
...
is forty-eight.
Seven times seven
...
is forty-nine.
Eight times seven
...
is fifty-six.
Twelve times eight
...
is ninety-six.
Three times twelve
...
is thirty-six.
Four times twelve
...
is forty-eight.
Five times eleven
...
is fifty-five.
Six times six
...
is thirty-six.
Eight times eight
...
is sixty-four.
Six times eight
...
is forty-eight.
Eight times seven
...
is fifty-six.
Thinking 'bout
the times table,
here are a few,
that you've
struggled with
both me and you.
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7. |
Poop
02:04
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Hey babe, I gotta poop right now.
Don't worry, I'll flush it down.
It might be a little stinky in here.
But it's not so bad, my dear.
Hey babe, I gotta poop right now.
Don't worry, I'll flush it down.
It might be a little stinky in here.
But it's not so bad, my dear.
Uh oh, where'd the toilet paper go?
I gotta use some, you know?
If you're out, I've got a bit of fear,
what's gonna happen to my underwear?
Woah, looks like I'm gonna be
a little while, I'm so sorry.
Do you have anything to read?
I'm a bit bored, while I'm doing the deed.
Hey babe, I gotta poop right now.
Don't worry, I'll flush it down.
It might be a little stinky in here.
But it's not so bad, my dear.
If you hear some noise, don't worry.
I'm in a bit, of a hurry.
I just remembered, where I am,
in a public place, no fam.
I know we just met, on tinder.
But, that doesn't mean I don't want dinner.
I'm trying to make a bit of room,
before my butthole goes boom.
Hey babe, I gotta poop right now.
Don't worry, I'll flush it down.
It might be a little stinky in here.
But it's not so bad, my dear.
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8. |
No song
03:50
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I want to write a song,
that calls out to the heart,
that beats within us all,
and leaves none apart.
A song that echoes,
long after it has been sung,
turning into a lament,
each tear deeply wrung.
From within our experience,
memories beckon,
and hold us within,
superficial silence.
Can't we find this
commonality,
humanity,
and vision,
in the face of
impending tragedy
carelessness,
and derision?
Or have we been ruined,
for a generation,
left to moulder,
a victim of concision?
The only salvation
that will come,
is one from
the future.
Even as it salves
our wounds,
casual forgetfulness
will it nurture.
For who can,
and how can,
we forgive
such neglect?
The damage,
is too great,
the stain demands,
we simply forget.
And become forgotten
because something rotten
has throttled
our recognition.
Of this great and mighty sin,
that has come from within,
but acts from without,
leaving none in doubt.
That is why,
this desire to try,
to write a song,
will itself end,
in no song, at all.
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