A Far Cry from Being an Apocalypse, Now, but I’ve a Heart of Darkness
I’ve stared into the Abyss far too long writing this review of FarCry 2. Not because of the game itself, but because reviewing it has to be done on so many levels at once, and it’s kind of maddening.
Guns And Bloggers
You hear for years they obscure the truth, and you believe it. Chompski says it, points it out, and you believe it. You can’t see it in the headlines, but you have a general sense of a separation between yourself and the truth by a layer of newsprint. You turn away from the headlines, opt for ignorance over skewed perception. Then, you see a black, white and read, all over, spread out on the table at work. You skim print, and read the words blogger, arrested, and FBI.
Private Dick: CSI
Coffee shops are a gathering place for the well to do public. Couples meet and singles mingle in a self-indulgent caffeine splendor. Coffee shops pop up on every street corner but, in the city, corners are not equally safe. Even on a sunlit coffee shop patio, Paul and Linda are not as safe as they seem. They look the picture of a classic American couple plastered on propaganda posters. Hand and hand, they grasp two cups of java joy and find an empty table. Their love of the coffee beans and major brand retailers bring them out to the mall square and all seem right with the world.
Independence in “08
I hung up my cell phone and took a moment to think about the previous conversation with my Editor. We spoke of her intention to make like a Baldwin and blow this pop stand named America. I’ve heard her sentiment many times over the past couple years. A majority of Americans are fed up with the greed and terror of our current society. They are sickened by America, where welfare corporations rape her reserves, where the new age nanny rapes her mind, and where men in power suits and oval seals rape her. However, it is easy to become enraged. The hard part is acting upon justified rage in a constructive way. Here we hit upon the best thing about independent publishing, When I get to tell you fun, anti-conglomerate ideas, like shut off your television, join your community, and support local business.
Transmission Disconnect
My name is Madison Crumb. This is not the name I answer to in the light of society. The powers that be, in this post apocalyptic city on the cliffs of time, know me by another factious name, to go with their fictitious reality. Madison Crumb is a name born a mile below the Earth’s crust, where life make sense. Madison Crumb is the name I shall return to when the rebellion is over and powers fall to their knees.
Bright Future
I met the bedroom of the rising sun both sick as a dog and mad as a hatter. I lay cracked, bent, and broken from the rigors of this internal sickness. My bed hasn’t been made in a week but I have had better things to do. Important things like saving the world from attack from hostile conservative aliens from planet Sloth. How can one uphold the American Way and be trapped by the rigging of a made bed? We all seek to be whole but falter from the path.
Lost in a Bit World.
I tuned into a internet radio station which plays nothing but soundtracks to video games. I sit dumbfounded that a station like this even exist and more than one listener is interested. Seems a good night to get stoned and think about it all to the Mario theme.
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