Ivory-carapaced electronic swan
lookoninhorror(not)leftbehind
white on white, truncheon; a vast meadow,
epistemology of fortitude he approaches.
Forever wanting, eternally
rezshenmue2marsmatrixpso
he hits me again and again bruises
but it is (love).
- fin
Dreamcast enjoyed a bit of a revival this week at my opulent home in the Hamptons. I ran my fingers across its harsh, unyielding casing, tracing a route from the pulsating orange beacon to its rounded, dull power button, and I pushed. Pushed hard. A choral tone filled the air, and in a puff of ozone the machine welcomed me back. Right away, it demanded to know the date and time. My Dreamcast was never one for small talk - it took what it wanted, and then it moved on. Obviously this technological pariah had been traveling so far and so deep into the unknowns of time, that it had forever lost its memory of the present. I gave it what it wanted and then it moved on to darker, more sinister pursuits.
lookoninhorror(not)leftbehind
white on white, truncheon; a vast meadow,
epistemology of fortitude he approaches.
Forever wanting, eternally
rezshenmue2marsmatrixpso
he hits me again and again bruises
but it is (love).
- fin
Dreamcast enjoyed a bit of a revival this week at my opulent home in the Hamptons. I ran my fingers across its harsh, unyielding casing, tracing a route from the pulsating orange beacon to its rounded, dull power button, and I pushed. Pushed hard. A choral tone filled the air, and in a puff of ozone the machine welcomed me back. Right away, it demanded to know the date and time. My Dreamcast was never one for small talk - it took what it wanted, and then it moved on. Obviously this technological pariah had been traveling so far and so deep into the unknowns of time, that it had forever lost its memory of the present. I gave it what it wanted and then it moved on to darker, more sinister pursuits.
