Hey, LMNO...

[Cramulus]

I hereby grant right to use my stuff however you see fit

*waves hand*

[AFK]

anybody can always use anything from me.

[Cainad (dec.)]

Ok, in light of the current bru-ha-ha, I would like permission to use the content of these posts in a different medium.

Would the following people please sign off approving my possible use of their work:

TGRR
Richter
Kai
RWHN
Nigel
Jenne
Squid
Cainad
000
Cram
Corvidia
planeswalker
GA
Eater of Clowns
Rat


If content is used, attribution will be given.

Thanks,
LMNO





[Edit: Names in Bold have signed off.]

I am signing off on this so hard, you don't even know. Use and abuse any content I may have created ITT.

[Eater of Clowns]

Have at it.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Ok, in light of the current bru-ha-ha, I would like permission to use the content of these posts in a different medium.

Would the following people please sign off approving my possible use of their work:

TGRR
Richter
Kai
RWHN
Nigel
Jenne
Squid
Cainad
000
Cram
Corvidia
planeswalker
GA
Eater of Clowns
Rat


If content is used, attribution will be given.

Thanks,
LMNO





[Edit: Names in Bold have signed off.]

Oh hai. Sure, go ahead!

[Freeky]

Is it too late to post something?

[Kai]

Feel free to use my stuff with attribution.

[Captain Utopia]

Is it too late to post something?

By the authority invested in me by.. nobody.. sure, go ahead.

There are plenty of people who enjoy reading good material, and I'd certainly like to see a second wave of this.

[Freeky]

These webs are so cozy, so warm, they keep me asleep most of the time. I dream then. I dream of a world that is imperfect, but full of Happy^TM. I dream of an easy way to live, full of nice things, and other people who also have nice things, and some other people that we never talk about because that is Not Done. And the others do, too, of similar things. But in dreaming, a person can change nothing, only watch, and go along with things sometimes. That's what the spiders say, anyway.

And when I get tired of dreaming, I groggily open my clouded eyes. I remember that it's gray and gloomy here, and these webs that span the spaces between glistening and shiny towers, they reach as high as the clouds. The space at the top, the spiders tell us, is for the special people, the people they tell us to love as much as they love us. These webs also reach all the way to the ground, and it is crowded down here.  I see everyone around me, so long entangled that they no longer see the strands, and they cast aspersions on people who think "badwrong" thoughts, or them that refuse the pills, and the weirdos who don't like the glowing box. They even gnash their teeth at those on the Hamster Wheel, accomplishing everything in a short space of time what we in the web always wanted to do but never got around to in the whole of our lives.

The streets are strewn with trash and filth, while way up at the top (the spiders say) it is clean and bright and there are fewer strands of web, not that the web is a bad thing, oh no, it is nice and snug and is very comforting, and the spiders made it specially for us. But sometimes the web down here at the bottom is coarse, and heavy, and blinding, and suffocating.

Someday, say the spiders who love us, if you work hard enough, we might just let you climb to the top and see for yourself how nice it is. Won't that be nice? But you have to work harder. You're not working hard enough yet.

Until someday comes, me and everyone else down here will have to settle for the almost-kind-of-bright light (though most days it just seems gray and overcast, and dark and gloomy, even when I look up to the top of the web, between the very tops of those shining, glassy skyscrapers. And if being awake becomes too unbearable, the spiders can sing us a lullaby of two layers, one that helps you get to sleep fast and another to help you stay asleep, and we can dream and dream and dream.

[Freeky]

^^^^^It sounded better in my head and I thought this while I was writing it but I was trying not to think about it and I don't know what I was thinking and now I'm all tense and worked up about it because IT BLOWS. 

[Captain Utopia]

FWIW I liked it. The story was good and I thought the writing was pretty good - I found it a little bit jarring at first because it's in a voice I'm not used to, but I don't think that's a fault of the writing itself.

[Triple Zero]

Freeky, I'll read it later. But if you don't like it, you can edit it and polish it until you do?

And LMNO, this about that 4-line poem+ASCII-art I made? Go ahead and use it, I'm curious what you will make from it. Music? Cause it was supposed to be read out loud, rhythmically, so I'd love to hear that in your voice!

[The Good Reverend Roger]

These webs are so cozy, so warm, they keep me asleep most of the time. I dream then. I dream of a world that is imperfect, but full of Happy^TM. I dream of an easy way to live, full of nice things, and other people who also have nice things, and some other people that we never talk about because that is Not Done. And the others do, too, of similar things. But in dreaming, a person can change nothing, only watch, and go along with things sometimes. That's what the spiders say, anyway.

And when I get tired of dreaming, I groggily open my clouded eyes. I remember that it's gray and gloomy here, and these webs that span the spaces between glistening and shiny towers, they reach as high as the clouds. The space at the top, the spiders tell us, is for the special people, the people they tell us to love as much as they love us. These webs also reach all the way to the ground, and it is crowded down here.  I see everyone around me, so long entangled that they no longer see the strands, and they cast aspersions on people who think "badwrong" thoughts, or them that refuse the pills, and the weirdos who don't like the glowing box. They even gnash their teeth at those on the Hamster Wheel, accomplishing everything in a short space of time what we in the web always wanted to do but never got around to in the whole of our lives.

The streets are strewn with trash and filth, while way up at the top (the spiders say) it is clean and bright and there are fewer strands of web, not that the web is a bad thing, oh no, it is nice and snug and is very comforting, and the spiders made it specially for us. But sometimes the web down here at the bottom is coarse, and heavy, and blinding, and suffocating.

Someday, say the spiders who love us, if you work hard enough, we might just let you climb to the top and see for yourself how nice it is. Won't that be nice? But you have to work harder. You're not working hard enough yet.

Until someday comes, me and everyone else down here will have to settle for the almost-kind-of-bright light (though most days it just seems gray and overcast, and dark and gloomy, even when I look up to the top of the web, between the very tops of those shining, glassy skyscrapers. And if being awake becomes too unbearable, the spiders can sing us a lullaby of two layers, one that helps you get to sleep fast and another to help you stay asleep, and we can dream and dream and dream.

, particularly for a first effort.

[Richter]

These webs are so cozy, so warm, they keep me asleep most of the time. I dream then. I dream of a world that is imperfect, but full of Happy^TM. I dream of an easy way to live, full of nice things, and other people who also have nice things, and some other people that we never talk about because that is Not Done. And the others do, too, of similar things. But in dreaming, a person can change nothing, only watch, and go along with things sometimes. That's what the spiders say, anyway.

And when I get tired of dreaming, I groggily open my clouded eyes. I remember that it's gray and gloomy here, and these webs that span the spaces between glistening and shiny towers, they reach as high as the clouds. The space at the top, the spiders tell us, is for the special people, the people they tell us to love as much as they love us. These webs also reach all the way to the ground, and it is crowded down here.  I see everyone around me, so long entangled that they no longer see the strands, and they cast aspersions on people who think "badwrong" thoughts, or them that refuse the pills, and the weirdos who don't like the glowing box. They even gnash their teeth at those on the Hamster Wheel, accomplishing everything in a short space of time what we in the web always wanted to do but never got around to in the whole of our lives.

The streets are strewn with trash and filth, while way up at the top (the spiders say) it is clean and bright and there are fewer strands of web, not that the web is a bad thing, oh no, it is nice and snug and is very comforting, and the spiders made it specially for us. But sometimes the web down here at the bottom is coarse, and heavy, and blinding, and suffocating.

Someday, say the spiders who love us, if you work hard enough, we might just let you climb to the top and see for yourself how nice it is. Won't that be nice? But you have to work harder. You're not working hard enough yet.

Until someday comes, me and everyone else down here will have to settle for the almost-kind-of-bright light (though most days it just seems gray and overcast, and dark and gloomy, even when I look up to the top of the web, between the very tops of those shining, glassy skyscrapers. And if being awake becomes too unbearable, the spiders can sing us a lullaby of two layers, one that helps you get to sleep fast and another to help you stay asleep, and we can dream and dream and dream.

Nicely done!  The 'above th clouds part' reminded me a lot of how "Sugarcandymountain" was mentioned in "Animal Farm"

[Freeky]

Thanks FP, Rog, Richter.