by Seventh Sanctum Writing Prompt Generator Her life is essentially the story of Dante. It will be Thursday, the day of wanderlust. It will be July, the month of unemployment, everyone knew that. Torture sanity as long as you are screaming. It will be winter, the season of infamy and howling. She is always a […]
While there are some games—like Earthbound &, rather recently, Wario Land 3—from my childhood for which there seem to be many who share my oddly high sentiments, this doesn’t seem to be the case for WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$!. While everyone else seems to chuck it off as a mindless game to play during brief […]
Attitude—fir leans to the sidewith limbs crossed
Courtesy o’ Free Vintage Illustrations, who are not affiliated with the rest o’ this nonsense. & there I saw him, & there I waved to him. ¿You can’t see him there, on that star? No, not that 1. Not tha—that 1. Yes, that there. #943,143,610,689,219,003,236, or as The Grand Almanac o’ Stars calls it, «Marissa […]
makes me grease up in the bucket I let spill trills ago. I ran out o’ the greasy chemicals with which to fill this shit, legit, ¿or is it just fabricated? ¡Say it! ¡It’s the law! ¡Say’s the law! Money’s time, & all time gets spent on ‘ventuallies. ¿What makes 1 ‘ventually better than the […]
Wario Land 4 is 1 o’ those games I’ll admit I love mo’ for its atmosphere than its gameplay, though its gameplay is certainly great—albeit, the game is rather short @ only 18 levels. It had a dark, urban strangeness that reminds me o’ a less heartfelt Earthbound. I think the fact that I 1st […]
I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I don’t want to not want to go to work tomorrow. I ne’er want to not go to work tomorrow. But tomorrow always threatens tonight & frightens them ‘way, leaving no one to protect the days, till they, too, ‘scape from me. ¿Now where will I find […]
many treespass my car withoutsaying hi
¡You were WROOONG! ¡since the beginning o’ the bomb! ¡You were WROOONG! ¡for far too long! ¡You were WROOONG! ¡since the beginning o’ all time!, ¡since the beginning o’ your worthless life!
black spring tea—even it dancesto the beat.
