December 2011
1 post
go to war with your dreams - wind up in a coma
October 2011
2 posts
September 2011
1 post
July 2011
1 post
June 2011
3 posts
…The important thing is that you took action by posting about the incident online, especially the part where you talk about what you would have done…
April 2011
1 post
September 2010
4 posts
“I’ll cut off her balls and throw away the key!”
August 2010
6 posts
Brain Dross
The mind can only guess at what goes on beyond the reach of the senses. Therefore, experience is enclosed in a certain smell/sound/sensation. One that can move from one place to another but can only encompass that fragment of reality in which the individual finds themselves at any given moment. The mind can only assume what is going on elsewhere. Assumptions are made of memories and deductions...
“If I don’t accumulate enough this summer, I may perish this winter. My life...”
This game better be better than the last. If they have the same approach to Veteran - I will seriously punch the ever-living shit of the designer who thought that’s how you create difficulties. Oh hey let’s do a fathomless spawn of enemies, who have 100% accuracy, are always looking at you - not the allied AI, and let’s top it off by having them grenade spamming 50 grenades to the same...
July 2010
4 posts
WatchDantanamation!
June 2010
7 posts
“Man, stop saying you haven’t seen scarface.
You’ve watched...”
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May 2010
1 post
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April 2010
4 posts
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Note To Self... Sleep
identify the two originals. obsidianals. decline, nothing rhymes like it used to. poo, they don’t make them like piss anymore. going up or down? this lift doesn’t move. it bends. fat cat vampire bats driving heads into hearts. vending reduction of the pulse. wholesale cannibalism. my god the teeth. sinking heavy like ships. the titanic, please panic. exploitation wearing your police station, and...
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March 2010
3 posts
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February 2010
3 posts
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The Thief That Loved Me…
Unless you intend to marry your current partner,
Even then, one day they may well be an ‘ex’.
Whatever you do, don’t lend him/her anything,
Because you will never see that RX Bandits CD ever again.
Or a thousand jumpers.
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January 2010
10 posts
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This Guy At Night...
My eyes are fixed on the stars, they stream past like a show reel.
I have legs like a failing stream, moving but faint.
My lungs resenting my iniquity.
I grate my larynx through my body’s grief.
All alone I consider everyone else.
Let all of this entirely pass.
Let my legs become a river.
My lungs finally forgive me.
Let people fall like hailstones under my newness.
I wish for the inferno...
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“And in a few years time
If this means anything
I hope I don’t forget how I...”
– The music and lyrics of Jamie Lenman helping prevent a massacre
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