Your nature is at odds with nature. Your days are bound like japanese feet. A bohemian life has a price tag that coughs at midnight. You masturbate a lot - you should be in pussy like a drummer. Seed spilled in solitude; dwarfen verses written in faint shadow. The depressing regularity of syrup oozing from a small hole in a dungeon wall. Perpetual Sunday without the game…there is no game…no game…no game!
The Return Of The Gamer is coming to theaters near you. 9pm, Eastern Standard Time. September 1st.
Ha, he is ovR8ed. He is nothing but a lantern with his named carved in the side of it backwards, looking to cast his light on you long enough to own you without you knowing it.
Heavens. Let’s be nice to him. There must have been a big reason why he stayed away…you never know the tribulations people go through. Perhaps he lost someone dear to him, or maybe he’s sick himself. Or, possibly sick OF himself.
Life is not a game, babe. It is the real thing. Get with it and if you have to masturbate - enjoy it… quit making it like it is a bad thing.
I suck. You suck. I am fabulous. You may be even better. Know that this ennui is normal, expected and ultimately will give you teeth to bite with…
Tedium rocks. It makes the good times roll harder. Feel better. Last longer. Life is not perfect or controlled… get rid of unrealistic expectations and stop trying so hard. Just be happy, baby.
Nothing like Bobby McFerrin filtered through a white beatnik woman with some mileage. My question is: why do such ladies of pop-wisdom always lace their generous pearls with “babe?” Is that a Sonny and Cher thing? It would almost be condescending if it weren’t so…what’s the word, anybody?
Anyway, the point is if you’re out there, you know who you are. Gamer, the happiest happycat in townville is a’coming, for a limited time only, a hellabent like an elephant to bring a smile to your empty face, and lesions to your enemies’ pancreai. Strap in, fuck off and halleluia.
Bessy, I liked what you said. It’s possible you overlooked the fact that the op was directed outward, to a composite of people who might get a kick out of Gamer’s return (if such a thing exists outside of Gamer himself), not the poster him/her/itself. Best, babe.
