and here i am talking to a fucking computer, and representations of people, and arranging this to say things i want to say but don't know why i want to say them and ( Read more... )

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yeah it's like you can't really understand it but it holds, subsequently pulsing and stopping when we want toit'ssoswelteringhotheatissodryinthosroomsi'

Sometimes I wish life was in eight bit color. Or so fucking clean that I could spend my days hopping around on levitating platforms against epic gradient backdrops. Hop on my variable/sprite enemies and recycle them into the digital infinite. I feel like my cartridge needs to be blown out.

I can hear rats scurrying between the walls of my house tonight. The day was nice, a fleeting reunion with the pleasantly addled wits of past times. I love those alley-ways that cut straight through several miles of service streets. I like those low clouds that appear to move quickly in the sky during the morning, near the beach. I take pleasure in ( Read more... )