The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

I Miss E’en November ( diga más, nunca no quiero a hablar de eso ) [ DER JUNGE HAT KEINE VERDAMMTEN KLASSIKER ]

So cozy is the evening o’ the year; but the new year…                it’s opening blinds to blinding light & yanking all the blankets off me…                                                                       ¿Why? The grandest meal that lasts is that last supper cooked warm on death row.                                                         But now I’m leased to nothing but the clear-skied breeze. & the’ain’t e’en any leaves. […]

Posted in Metered, Poetry

PJ Watches Me Play Mario Party 2

I just happened to set my Wii-U screen controller thing to the side, on my blankets, & PJ ( Patches Jr. ) decides to curl up in front & watch. Not to brag, but I deserve props for being able to beat that minigame while holding a camera up to PJ.

Posted in ¿What the Fuck Is this Shit?

Die Herbstzeiten eines Volkes

Accompanying music: Ich möchte dich festhalten — weicher Atem, schlagendes Herz; während ich in dein Ohr flüstere, ich will dich verdammt auseinander reißen. You gorgeous gothic autumn withered firs put on the perfect play for these uneasy zephyrs round this o’ercrowded theater I attend. Marvel as I push past too many poems for this tired […]

Posted in Metered, Poetry

Boskeopolis Land: Let’s Code a Crappy 2D Platformer Like Millions o’ Other People on the Internet & Lose Interest & Give Up Only a Few Months In, Part XXXXIX: Mind Your Manors

Mind Your Manors I spent all month working on just this 1 level & still wasn’t sure I’d get it all done, including recording playthroughs o’ the level, by the end o’ October. But I did. This level idea started out as just some kind o’ vague HalloweenMuertoween-style mansion with this basic wallpaper & floor […]

Posted in Boskeopolis Land, Programming