a silent scream for self destruction, begging to manifest. to run through the streets. to throttle the shoulders of every painted whore, smells of decaying blooms and glossy plastic ashtray smiles: "what the fuck is wrong with you!"
what the fuck is wrong with me?
a more lovely sight, this ode man has built to shit and himself, there has never been. tear it down and rebuild it tenfold. men and women emptying themselves. pretenses plummeting to the centre of mass preceded by egos. they jumped out the window. they have nowhere else to go
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
so a guy goes in the jungle...
already i know i'm gonna be frustrated tonight. when i say the controls are very "japanese," what i mean is they're graceful yet inexplicably complex.
"hey, let's make O the menu confirm button, and X will be cancel"
you get my drift?
so when i complain about firing in first person, know that i've pressed and/or held 3 buttons and/or triggers.
david hayter is explaining the cold war to me. i've already heard a badass intro song. i can't believe i haven't played this game in 4 years.
oh, and for the record, my snacks so far this evening include jones berry lemonade soda, doritos late night jalapeno poppers, and aero 70% cocoa
about to jump out of a plane. see you on the ground
"hey, let's make O the menu confirm button, and X will be cancel"
you get my drift?
so when i complain about firing in first person, know that i've pressed and/or held 3 buttons and/or triggers.
david hayter is explaining the cold war to me. i've already heard a badass intro song. i can't believe i haven't played this game in 4 years.
oh, and for the record, my snacks so far this evening include jones berry lemonade soda, doritos late night jalapeno poppers, and aero 70% cocoa
about to jump out of a plane. see you on the ground
Saturday, August 7, 2010
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