This is my feelings on being an IZ fan.. and about how wonderfully happy and bitter
sweet sad it is.
Why do we stay up late nights looking for clips and shots of Zim never seen before our
eyes? Why do we work and slave for our J.V. God, and the stories we wield and shape?
We toil and slave, chatting and emailing to people we may never see, about how we love
the show so much. Debating things easily solved by, It's just a show!. We write letters,
sign petitions, pray, and work our brains to try and save it. It's our life, our love, our pain!
The rush of hearing that upbeat wicked melody fills our minds as Irken fists raise with a
cheer. A cheer our heart cries with them, when we eat up the newness of a never seen
episode.
Will Dib triumph at last? The Dib fans wonder. The Zim fans cheer at every victories
laugh of Zim not doubting his superiority. Gaz fans drink in every bit of doom filled
vengeance. The almighty Tallest's fill their fans with bubbling joy at their leaders hilarity.
Gir fans squeal and squeak stuffed piggies, loveded ing him and emulating him. Fans of
the smaller roles fell joy too! Bitters Prof. Membrane, even iggens fans all rejoice. And
we all laugh and laugh a soul freeing pure sound, hardy and good, until we can't breath
from it. We rush to our computer and sketch books. Hours going by as we write our own
adventures with the characters, for the characters, and Try to draw them in new beautiful
ways. Patiently waiting for new stories, tales and pictures from our favorite authors, and
looking for new favorites to join our old. We take ever flame to heart as they cut deep,
saying all the while they wont touch us. We want people to read and say
"I get it! I know how it feels! I can almost see what you write when I read!" This review
this life giving blood of our artist souls is one reason we do it. The other is the simple joy
of showing the world I am unique one in a million, one of a million! Reality can't touch
me, I have my own world you see! we shout shoulder to shoulder
"We will triumph over all odds, because, we are not just fans. We are Invader Zim!" We
help each other reviewing, telling each other to ignore the flamers. Even flames help
make us stronger. They have truth to them, so we work to make ourselves better. To
Show the flamers
"I Improved what can you say now?" We try to keep each other up high, and when one of
our number fade away we still try and bring them back. If they won't come back we
remember them. When one of us fail more rise to fight in their place. We inspire each
other with our tales. What one writes another reads and says "I want to be that good!"
Even If I never saw another Irken face, or read another vivid, sad, happy tale, I would Die
happy knowing I am, and many others are Invader Zim fans.
sweet sad it is.
Why do we stay up late nights looking for clips and shots of Zim never seen before our
eyes? Why do we work and slave for our J.V. God, and the stories we wield and shape?
We toil and slave, chatting and emailing to people we may never see, about how we love
the show so much. Debating things easily solved by, It's just a show!. We write letters,
sign petitions, pray, and work our brains to try and save it. It's our life, our love, our pain!
The rush of hearing that upbeat wicked melody fills our minds as Irken fists raise with a
cheer. A cheer our heart cries with them, when we eat up the newness of a never seen
episode.
Will Dib triumph at last? The Dib fans wonder. The Zim fans cheer at every victories
laugh of Zim not doubting his superiority. Gaz fans drink in every bit of doom filled
vengeance. The almighty Tallest's fill their fans with bubbling joy at their leaders hilarity.
Gir fans squeal and squeak stuffed piggies, loveded ing him and emulating him. Fans of
the smaller roles fell joy too! Bitters Prof. Membrane, even iggens fans all rejoice. And
we all laugh and laugh a soul freeing pure sound, hardy and good, until we can't breath
from it. We rush to our computer and sketch books. Hours going by as we write our own
adventures with the characters, for the characters, and Try to draw them in new beautiful
ways. Patiently waiting for new stories, tales and pictures from our favorite authors, and
looking for new favorites to join our old. We take ever flame to heart as they cut deep,
saying all the while they wont touch us. We want people to read and say
"I get it! I know how it feels! I can almost see what you write when I read!" This review
this life giving blood of our artist souls is one reason we do it. The other is the simple joy
of showing the world I am unique one in a million, one of a million! Reality can't touch
me, I have my own world you see! we shout shoulder to shoulder
"We will triumph over all odds, because, we are not just fans. We are Invader Zim!" We
help each other reviewing, telling each other to ignore the flamers. Even flames help
make us stronger. They have truth to them, so we work to make ourselves better. To
Show the flamers
"I Improved what can you say now?" We try to keep each other up high, and when one of
our number fade away we still try and bring them back. If they won't come back we
remember them. When one of us fail more rise to fight in their place. We inspire each
other with our tales. What one writes another reads and says "I want to be that good!"
Even If I never saw another Irken face, or read another vivid, sad, happy tale, I would Die
happy knowing I am, and many others are Invader Zim fans.