Space

Sometimes you look back and feel pains that were hidden from you, and your face becomes soiled and hard to bear while hers is warm and glowing, but you know that no one's good, and no one will ever be who you want them to be, and then her face takes on yours, and the only good memory left is the one of your dead dog.

More Chiptunes

Just some of my recent favorites. Most of the artist links are to their respective Facebook pages, as they seem to hold the most up to date information. Let me know if any links are broken. Enjoy!


Future, and It Doesn't Work by Starscream

Like A Phoenix by IAYD

Information Chase by Bit Shifter

Two Warriors by Coova and little-scale

 Fighter X by Fighter X

Unconditional Acceleration by Nullsleep

Untitled Prose 7

Young and warm bodies bending, better thoughts and "no-no"s hanged by the door, you let me in with your chest and your feet, and the drab of your midnight parting left me pinned to the floor.

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You ruled my hand with rebellious stupor, led it straight through your chest. Your love stained my sheets, and your heart bled through to your bra, that crimson memento still warm on my bed.

Untitled Prose 6

You always come up, the girl I don't know who's out of my league. What ties of heart you have here or there are swept up and away. I'm left to wonder what you're doing and how you feel, but your thoughts I know. I know them from your eyes. You have the same longing eyes. They're searching, and nothing can stop them. They host a fire that will soon be ice. They are destroyers. Nothing can stand your tragic gaze. Everywhere you look, the world falls apart. There's nothing to see, and that's all you want. You're alone, and you think love is hopeless.

But it's not. Look at me. I can bear your heat. I have your eyes. I know your thoughts. You can't expunge me. Just look.

Winter Retrospective

There's all this tension between our quiet hearts, but we're too caught up and worried and shy to sit down and talk about it. Then when I can't keep up and fall behind and start to cough from all the dust, there's only arms half extended and short glances to reel me in, but at that point I've usually had enough. What was bursting on my tongue has finally collapsed into the dire pool of my belly, stirring and sizzling and violently eating up my dreams.

Internet Superpower

I'm sick of the constant back and forth. At least, I'm sick of the infallible hyper-geniuses so populous among the internet. Why does everyone have to be so hostile? And why is it so degrading to be wrong? All debate should be in the spirit of learning. I'm sick of ego ego ego. No one cares about actual progress. Everyone just wants to be right. I think chess should be taught in schools. The most important thing I've learned from playing chess is that losing is a blessing. Don't aim to lose, but when you do, and you will, you should embrace it. It's how we learn. It's how everyone in all of history has learned. Trial and error. Mistakes reveal corrections.

Progress.

But not on the internet! The second you utter something suspicious, you have a league of self-righteous, online superheroes force-feeding you all the truth in the world. I'm sick of it. It's destructive. Kind of like capitalism, or at least what capitalism's become. Taking every advantage over others to further one's own cause. Taking every opportunity to edge out the competition. Ego ego ego. I'm sick of it. I want other other other.

Chiptunes!

Just thought I'd share some of my favorite chiptune albums, mainly because I'm bored... and, oh yeah... I JUST GRADUATED!


Power Supply by Anamanaguchi

 



Error Repeat by little-scale

NEUTRALITE by Disasterpeace

Sassy Wisdom by OxygenStar

Quiet Songs For Computer People by Falling For A Square