My destiny has always been mine to craft.
I began here alone
in this quiet cubic wilderness,
where I built tools
and tools built dreams.
Unlike the content cows
and the primitive pixelated pigmen,
I must make more of myself
and carve castles from these caves
I dug a tiny little hole,
a Notch inside the massive earth,
in six long days of digging
I had enough material for my masterpiece.
I built cobblestone ramparts
and glass minarets
that stretch up to the square sun,
overlooking the lava moat.
I conquered the land
surrounding my kingdom.
The animals have all been tamed,
and the creepers, systematically exterminated.
While wandering past
It was a shock to the system
when she interrupted my second playthrough of Skyrim
to talk to me seriously.
She explained that she was the problem,
that I was fantastic,
and really, anyone would be lucky to have me,
and that I'll find someone else to make happy.
I took her seriously.
I mean, we had lots of experience together,
she had no reason to lie.
When she left me, all I had
was my video games,
and the memories
of the perfect boy I used to be.
So, because I was not the problem,
all I needed was a new girl.
Life is a series of deterministic systems.
If I had it right before, I can remain perfect,
reach the same ideal combination of
As we sat in his dusty apartment,
the ventriloquist hacked up a cough, and began:
"There's no point in you being here. You'll just leave
disappointed and…. disturbed."
I answered that I was a world famous magician
and that I wanted to learn a ventriloquist trick,
to help me speak with a voice from offstage
to heighten the climax
of my spooky spirit act.
The old ventriloquist shook his bald head
and sighed,
"You don't want this gift.
The secrets of the Voice
don't belong in your show".
I was drawn to the word "secret".
I had to learn it.
Something inside me wanted to know.
I told him to name his price, any price!
Just
We watched the film together,
An ancient sci-fi masterpiece.
Where people's bodies are taken,
snatched, if you will,
and replaced by hollow duplicates.
These strange and foreign monsters
look just like you or me,
but can't feel emotions.
They just pretend to,
expertly.
They only feel a dull, somewhat flat,
mildly content sensation.
And the urge to make you not be you.
To make you them, instead.
A great film, to be sure.
Though perhaps a bit dated .
And as the tooth-white credits roll,
Upon the darkened screen,
I look around the room,
Seeing only the silhouettes
Of strange and foreign monsters.
A room of hollow dupli
Beneath the burning city's core,
Technicians built a cell.
They made it in the Endless War,
A place for spies to dwell.
Now they rent out certain parts,
To "private enterprise".
It says so on their finance charts,
That's signed on dotted lies.
No footage has escaped from there,
No human beings, too.
But stories flutter through the air,
And this, I'll share with you.
They say the room is perfect white,
A sickly, spotless tint.
Lit up by fluorescent light,
Designed to make you squint.
The walls are all so bright and plain,
The edges disappear.
It fools the eye, and then the brain,
No shapes or shadows here.
You'll wake up dr
There was a tiny little town, in southern Illinois.
All the shops were running down, with no one to employ.
The wind that carries speckled sand had stained the buildings brown.
Everyone had left this land, and left it falling down.
There was a man, one foolish man, who still remained behind.
A little thought, a crazy plan, inside his lonely mind.
With a hammer and some wood, and just his dusty van,
First he wondered if he could, but then he just began.
Melvin worked beneath the sun, until his fingers bled,
Until the day that he was done, he never went to bed.
The town of Melvin had been built, a place where there was none,
A villag
A boy and girl, both twenty four,
They've dated for a bit.
Each one loves the other more,
Than other would admit.
I think she stays up late at night,
Right next to him in bed.
She surfs around a dating site,
To stay one step ahead.
A scandal! Yes, you wanna hear?
She's found another man.
At this point, it's not sincere,
There is no evil plan.
There were so many choices there,
The harrys, toms, and dicks.
She chose one with raven hair...
Eight inches in the pics.
But dear reader, it's okay!
For he has secrets too.
He surfs around, but in the day,
Oh, if she only knew!
He found a blonde, a knockout blonde,
With brown hair a
Single, sterile, spotless square,
Inside a checkered floor.
Things focus in, I saw it there,
And then I saw some more.
A woman, dressed in nurse's white,
She's thin and blonde and tall.
I try to move, I'm fastened tight.
I'm bolted to the wall.
I look around, it's all too clean,
Too shiny and too clear.
I quickly knew this had to mean,
There's something awful here.
I've heard of rooms like this before.
Nomadic stories tell.
It's rumored, in the city's core,
The project testing cell.
Recorders click, and start to run.
The nurse, she clears her throat,
"Testing fluid thirty one",
Some blood is on her coat.
She speaks aloud,
Mario's my father, the princess is my mom
I fought goombas, turtles, and those little wind-up bombs
Sonic is my brother, that little spikey guy
He runs far too fast for your pathetic human eye
You joke "life force is running out!"
And nobody knows what you're talking about
Except for the geeks, they get your bad joke
Crack open another vanilla coke
I remember the days, the days of 2D
Come on and reminisce with me
Those rainy days with sega and snes
Where tricky games would be the test
Now here we are, in great brand new 3D
Big markets, huge games, and lots of money
Large corporations pump them out, fast and quick like water