Cheeky monkeys trapped in a jar, a truly unique creation from moi. See their faces pressed against the plastic, perhaps yearning for freedom, or staring off into the world with indifference. Continue reading
I ate my name, a short-lived experience with a three-letter name.
But now I don’t know who I am. No one knows who I am as I wander within the static.
At least it tasted alright.
Wide awake at night (I can’t relate)
a shadow tap dances (to psychedelic pop)
inside my empty head (always telling me)
Nothing can be done (today)
despite everything (we’ll be okay)
In 2013 I conquered worlds, and lead squads into battle. I scored the winning goal and broke a passerby’s legs. I also became a block and ended up trapped between a bunch of other blocks. That wasn’t such a pleasant memory, I should have continued living in the worlds of my top five games of 2013 for just a while longer. I shot hamsters for fun, defended whales, ran through jungles, paid my mortgage and did a thirty minute jog everyday till I threw up the morning banana. Ah, gaming.