File:Fleenstones, but I killed the players.mp3

Summary[edit | edit source]

I mean it.

Warning: This is an actual ear rape. Or rapped ear, I dunno. 2.09 MB is the lowest I'll allow it, I can't ruin the best part...

Licensing[edit | edit source]

Licensed under absolutely nothing. Have a fucking field day. Abuse this for your own sick pleasures.

I am content releasing my work completely to the public without conservative, territorial, and possessive need to claim some sort of stake in it. I do not need thousands of cleverly written loophole-"some rights reserved" licenses, nor do I need to debate about the superiority of any of them, rather, I toss the entire equation out the window and render it effectively useless. I fully realise that a man in El Salvador could profit wildly from my efforts and gain the millions of dollars I never did, and could theoretically hunt down every copy and burn it, leaving him as the sole distributor; however, this does not offend me, rather, I allow all to be shared, taking the risk and fully knowing the potential repercussions, rather than let the menace that is copyright conquer yet another soul.