Soaring over the oceans of memory or some such crap, the past forget the future.
Then we sisters four devoured the world or some such crap and all was shiny. Very, very shiny.
On the plains of sorrow or some such crap something found was then yet lost.
With wings, wings, winds, only more wings or some such crap. It's wings.
The wings are sideways on the winds of paint, or some such crap. Yes, paint.
We have a spoon and with it we shall spoon the world, or some such crap, while the world watches on.
The early internet was about exploring, finding paths through places you weren't really supposed to be, ways to do things for free that would normally cost a lot, discovering all this hidden information, sharing weird thoughts, etc. Most everyone there was weird, choosing to figure out stuff like that and share their interests and bizarre sense of humor online instead of just watching sports like a normal person or whatever. There were no real rules.