water, bricks, bramble, preamble to my amble
sunlight, spun bright, tumbling like hay or hair down the stair
shit blossoms, flowers, blooms, in the tunnels of my body
PORPENTINE
the drip eldest was asking
Posted in May 2012 …
shitsearching
I’ve observed that the people who contribute to social ostracization often do so because they don’t perceive themselves as having the social agency to ostracize (due to their internal narrative of themselves being victims, not perpetrators, of ostracization). So when they form new social circles, they are blind to the fact that they are iterating more closed social circles. Perpetual iteration of scared souls.
on another note–
each generation finds the cruelty of the last unthinkable and the cruelty of itself indispensable to a functioning society.
(we cannot live without slavery, crucifixion, or kings.
we cannot live without capitalism, police, or presidents.)
each statement is the same.
just got this zipper dress in Boston
saw a bunch of metal ducks, a weird statue with a naked prepubescent boy riding another by the hair while smiling ecstatically, a big river called Charles, and a ton of Indian food and spiced milk drink that went into my belly. the skyscrapers shrouded in mist.
with this dress my body parts can be segmented into zones
anal architecture & fecal friendship
anal panopticon, shitting in every direction, an anal pillar rising grand, august, most ancient, most inviolable
anal architrave…the ruins of this place are hung with dried shit like hanging moss…scrye the anal pool to reveal intestiny
in my world there is a constant struggle against dissolution by relying on the strengths of the anus, the valiant surge of feces like a forward friend
the mass of my feces nuzzled my pale face, urged me on…”just a bit further!” it chimed…i took heart
thoughts on games i posted on freeindiegam.es (5/12-5/14)
Nemesis Macana: This is the best (and funniest) instance of breaking a butterfly on a wheel I’ve seen for a long time. I love the overblown purple prose. I love the impassioned, moralizing angst. The companion essay is brilliant. I wasn’t aware of the background for the game coming in, but it doesn’t take much imagination to grasp the idea of epically deconstructing an utterly broken little porn game.
all hail the new butt
Cronenbergian booty horror
I Made Two Tiny Twine Games
inspiration: “The Black Riders and Other Lines” by Stephen Crane (if you haven’t read this, you’re cheating yourself of some of the funniest, bleakest romantic poetry put to paper) | books written before people knew a lot of stuff
art: andre de freitas and my friend Erin‘s new painting
CYBORG COP
a game where you’re a cyborg undercover cop and you have to calibrate your system between CYBORG and HUMAN, cyborg is super strong and has hyper-expanded senses, but human is necessary for picking up body language and vocal cues, as well as not fucking shattering the shot glass you’re holding in your hand when you’re trying to chat up the locals at a bar. if your cyborg reflexes are too low, you might not be able to react as quickly to a suspect fleeing the scene or someone trying to kill you, but you don’t want to reveal your inhuman gait and lack of affect to the people you’re trying to ingratiate yourself with. one misstep could lead to crushing someone’s hand during a handshake, or courteously opening a door only to tear it from its hinges like a piece of cardboard.
Brainpan
Someone made a game inspired by, among other things, my post “The One Time I Went Hunting”. Play Brainpan!
The best part is when the (spoilers) ants are eating away parts of your brain so you start to hallucinate and cycle objects in your environment. The breakdown of perception from slow, agonizing brain damage is what i’m ALL about. Also big fat ant abdomens bouncing on your lobes.
thoughts on games i posted on freeindiegam.es (4/30-5/2)
A thought: it is not always a “good” game that should be posted, but sometimes a flawed game wrapped around a certain idea that deserves to be promulgated. Games I don’t think people will necessarily enjoy, but will make people want to create, or the idea should be simply be known.
May contain spoilers.
Nebulous Hero: Singapore-Mit GAMBIT Game Lab experimented in a similar concept with their game Afterland. The interesting thing about these games is that the designers don’t rely on altering the physical architecture of a level to progress the game, they only change what the player knows. This is a powerful, immersive technique when done correctly. How elegant to store the greater part of your game in the player’s mind, instead of anything so crude as material reconfiguration. Other things I liked: the massive teeth of the friends (a sly jab at player expectations), the music (fun, triumphant).