Gaming Poems
the Droste Effect
by Matthew Conrad
ask me: i'm a sucker for pop music and medieval hymns, whether folk or of a gratitude toward a community akin to Taizé... while society suffocates me with jester's pounces to satiate a coming bride.. i'm more inclined to satiated myself with monkish escapades... i am aware of the "existential" absolute negotiation: to preserve the upright specimen... i'm pretty sure the chinese, the african and the indian sub-continent have it covered, i'm happy to be part of the dodo project... clearly i don't want to be part of it... i should have been allowed to be a monk, with each day passing i'm hardly thinking of the petty conquests of a bedroom with a... come on... even i thought this brief relationship could resemble a brothel's "one hour spare"... Tamara... spanish girl, worked in a barber shop... lived with three homosexual hunks... i tried having a hard-on, even when she told me to have a bath with her and talk... i couldn't get it up, i was put off when she wanted a kleenex moment, sex, incubated, under the bedsheets... in a brothel you fuck under dimmed lights but not in a womb of cotton! you shower first, sometimes even washing each other, there's this whole unwritten ritual! she puts on a condom while she sucks you off... come on... aaesthetic, cordiality... prostitutes have been the most respectful women i've ever fucked, it's like joining an army of marching dildos... in a pink floyd revision of marching hammers... imagine... the neo-communist flag: dildo replaces the hammer... the sickle? scissors, i guess, borrowing from scissor sisters? dildo & scissors? great! we have ourselves the new soviet, ahem, soviet union... and a flag to boot! oh Tamara Tamara... sure, no hard-on... drunk one-night stand cameo... i tried and tried, but i kept suffocating under the bed-sheets cocoon sex... she broke with me after 3 days because the hard-on wasn't coming... god, i too wish i could be the perfect dildo with a heart, kidneys, liver stomach and brain to match: ON / OFF... isn't a male erection akin to a slobbering oyster of a woman's vulva? dick impressions... kama sutra speaks about elephant phallus and a rabbit's vagina (depth)... i can't just switch it on, & off... it's not a fucking cunt-pumping-piston worthy of masturbation web-cam incel jerk-off worth of video, is it?! never mind... i was having coffee in the morning between her inquiring gay-minders (she suddenly left of Ibiza to find love)... i was saved by a presence of a robin... and you know what a fictional Napoleon would have said: a robin is worth twice the sparrow's worth... timid foot, tender foot... shy organge loiter... who... for some strange reason, migrastes to eastern europe for winter, then migrates to england during the summer... i guess: continental europe provides the sort of winters that are summers, while england provides the sort of summers that are winters... the mythology of Poland... storks and bisons... on a whiff... teenage gamer... but the storyline still grips me: soul reaver:
protagonist: Raziel...
the brothers:
Melchiah, Zephon, Rahab and Dumah...
games what worked as book-alt.,
i'm almost itching to add diacritical
marks to those names to "x-ray" into syllables
and hyphens...
mind you, what has remained of the old
anglo-ßaß?
......
a cat story: a man "concerned" with war robots
by Matthew Conrad
'ere 'e comes, come squirt me lot,
chasing me with a hose
that's aimed at an jet-uzi pressure...
i dart in the garden to
and fro...
look at him... quiet frankly:
look at me... i am the lord
of the mansion...
all he ever wanted before his
four abysmal relationships
......
a 20 year hiatus in gaming
by Matthew Conrad
no one will "really" see it...
so why bother even writing "it"?
point in question...
NativLang's
video
Features English is missing -
but most other languages have...
......
a 20 year hiatus in gaming
by Matthew Conrad
no one will "really" see it...
so why bother even writing "it"?
point in question...
NativLang's
video
Features English is missing -
but most other languages have...
......
a cat story: a man "concerned" with war robots
by Matthew Conrad
'ere 'e comes, come squirt me lot,
chasing me with a hose
that's aimed at an jet-uzi pressure...
i dart in the garden to
and fro...
look at him... quiet frankly:
look at me... i am the lord
of the mansion...
all he ever wanted before his
four abysmal relationships
......
the Droste Effect
by Matthew Conrad
ask me: i'm a sucker for pop music and medieval hymns, whether folk or of a gratitude toward a community akin to Taizé... while society suffocates me with jester's pounces to satiate a coming bride.. i'm more inclined to satiated myself with monkish escapades... i am aware of the "existential" absolute negotiation: to preserve the upright specimen... i'm pretty sure the chinese, the african and the indian sub-continent have it covered, i'm happy to be part of the dodo project... clearly i don't want to be part of it... i should have been allowed to be a monk, with each day passing i'm hardly thinking of the petty conquests of a bedroom with a... come on... even i thought this brief relationship could resemble a brothel's "one hour spare"... Tamara... spanish girl, worked in a barber shop... lived with three homosexual hunks... i tried having a hard-on, even when she told me to have a bath with her and talk... i couldn't get it up, i was put off when she wanted a kleenex moment, sex, incubated, under the bedsheets... in a brothel you fuck under dimmed lights but not in a womb of cotton! you shower first, sometimes even washing each other, there's this whole unwritten ritual! she puts on a condom while she sucks you off... come on... aaesthetic, cordiality... prostitutes have been the most respectful women i've ever fucked, it's like joining an army of marching dildos... in a pink floyd revision of marching hammers... imagine... the neo-communist flag: dildo replaces the hammer... the sickle? scissors, i guess, borrowing from scissor sisters? dildo & scissors? great! we have ourselves the new soviet, ahem, soviet union... and a flag to boot! oh Tamara Tamara... sure, no hard-on... drunk one-night stand cameo... i tried and tried, but i kept suffocating under the bed-sheets cocoon sex... she broke with me after 3 days because the hard-on wasn't coming... god, i too wish i could be the perfect dildo with a heart, kidneys, liver stomach and brain to match: ON / OFF... isn't a male erection akin to a slobbering oyster of a woman's vulva? dick impressions... kama sutra speaks about elephant phallus and a rabbit's vagina (depth)... i can't just switch it on, & off... it's not a fucking cunt-pumping-piston worthy of masturbation web-cam incel jerk-off worth of video, is it?! never mind... i was having coffee in the morning between her inquiring gay-minders (she suddenly left of Ibiza to find love)... i was saved by a presence of a robin... and you know what a fictional Napoleon would have said: a robin is worth twice the sparrow's worth... timid foot, tender foot... shy organge loiter... who... for some strange reason, migrastes to eastern europe for winter, then migrates to england during the summer... i guess: continental europe provides the sort of winters that are summers, while england provides the sort of summers that are winters... the mythology of Poland... storks and bisons... on a whiff... teenage gamer... but the storyline still grips me: soul reaver:
protagonist: Raziel...
the brothers:
Melchiah, Zephon, Rahab and Dumah...
games what worked as book-alt.,
i'm almost itching to add diacritical
marks to those names to "x-ray" into syllables
and hyphens...
mind you, what has remained of the old
anglo-ßaß?
......
