Home from work..
Yeah... Typical day.
Nothing really exciting or important happened today. So I think I'll just post this piece that I wrote a while back when I took this creative writing class that I never showed anyone.
Maybe you'll like it... Maybe not. If you do: Post a comment.
If you don't: Post a comment (So I can make you look like an ass!)
Later day's.
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Game Over / Life Over
The cornerstone of our generation was defined through animation,
When reality often obscure can be compared almost always to a situation which you've come across in your favorite early morning cartoon.
Perfectionists! That's what we are. Made so by the one hit kills that Contra had to offer and pushed even further by Bomberman's occasional misplaced explosive device.
Always moving forward. But never straight.
We roll onwards like snowballs.
All the while collecting mass as we tumble at a growing speed downhill.
Made hollow by the cheesy storylines of side scrolling beat-em up 16 bit escapes from reality.
This is the world we live in.
Convinced totally that we all posses some hidden power.
Like a hero waiting to be awakened. As told in every role-playing game put in front of us.
The dollar.
The almighty buck.
Exchangeable for both goods and services.
We buy the right to waste our lives away.
And then it ends... Hollow and lacking.
No one liners.
No congratulations...
And without the emotionless "Thank you for playing!"
Nothing really exciting or important happened today. So I think I'll just post this piece that I wrote a while back when I took this creative writing class that I never showed anyone.
Maybe you'll like it... Maybe not. If you do: Post a comment.
If you don't: Post a comment (So I can make you look like an ass!)
Later day's.
-
-
-
-
-
Game Over / Life Over
The cornerstone of our generation was defined through animation,
When reality often obscure can be compared almost always to a situation which you've come across in your favorite early morning cartoon.
Perfectionists! That's what we are. Made so by the one hit kills that Contra had to offer and pushed even further by Bomberman's occasional misplaced explosive device.
Always moving forward. But never straight.
We roll onwards like snowballs.
All the while collecting mass as we tumble at a growing speed downhill.
Made hollow by the cheesy storylines of side scrolling beat-em up 16 bit escapes from reality.
This is the world we live in.
Convinced totally that we all posses some hidden power.
Like a hero waiting to be awakened. As told in every role-playing game put in front of us.
The dollar.
The almighty buck.
Exchangeable for both goods and services.
We buy the right to waste our lives away.
And then it ends... Hollow and lacking.
No one liners.
No congratulations...
And without the emotionless "Thank you for playing!"