Myndspace
"Light Up the Darkness"
Saturday, May 20, 2023
Sea
Friday, April 5, 2019
Musings
You see, I am never one for "fights to the finish" or "protect thy turf" schools of thoughts. I am more of a "let's share and make do with what we have" kind of a guy. Time to reconsider it seems.
One of the other things that I saw during the gameplay was the settings on the display tab. You see, for the gameplay to be totally immersive, it needs to hog all the processing power of your phone. You can set it to extremely clarity, medium clarity and stoned clarity. Some phones cannot even handle the gameplay. But it still allows you to shoot and kill. And that brings me to premise number 2. For most of us, the shooting bit satiates our need rather than the immersive bit.
Have we started dip-sticking our way through life. My Twitter feeds seems to suggest so. So many "point-and-shoot" tweets, no depth or research.
And the third and last premise. I have had the most fun in team mode, but the most wins in the solo mode.
Ah well, winner winner chicken dinner. Makes almost as much sense as this post does.
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Life
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Death and such
Poetry is a filler that seeks desperately to fill an abyss
The large bed with its quilted comfort offers no bliss
The warmth of that angel that lieth next to me is gone
The body still lingers but the soul is alone
I seek solace in typing out a few words of sadness
A despair washes over me as I am fooled by randomness
Most days go hither in a meaningless droll
Sometimes I wish it is me that Harry killed like that troll
For in his emptiness he wandered afar from his kind
His mindless rantings could not a soul find
I feel like that small grey matter that seeks release
Sometimes I feel I could just pass away as I sleep
Monday, December 17, 2012
Walls
The scraping is the most difficult part of being dragged along. Hearing the skin tearing off your flesh is surreal. And for all those scars, the only reward you have is that you have moved along. That you did not succumb to purpoted moral turpitude, but held your head high. Which brings me back to the importance of walls. They help. They work. They work wonders.
Now I need to figure out how to let it continue working.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Waking Up
Sea
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