something i’m proud of and excited by, working on another verse for it, then it’s done. Click here to continue reading “a title-less work in progress” »
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The Young Drunk With An Old Soul
the buzz of last night is still in my head
sober now, but the ache is gone
no more throbbing
no more shards cascading behind my eyelids
but the feel of the night
the smell of whiskey, beer, women, and smoke
that’s all still with me Click here to continue reading “The Young Drunk With An Old Soul” »
Werner Herzog: Just Lost His Fucking Mind
how do you go from creating absolute masterpieces of film, like aguirre: the wrath of god, fitzcarraldo, and nosferatu…to this
pimpin ain’t easy
unless you literally solicit customers for a prostitute and then take her money, you are not a pimp.
pimps exploit human misery for profit, like a crack dealer. i’d say that’s pretty low.
why would you call yourself something so dirty and despicable. something indicative of a complete lack of any sort of respect for humanity.
calling yourself a pimp, or wearing attire identifying you as a pimp is like a tramp stamp, or trucker hat. it’s a bullhorn blaring out “i am a jackass”.
An Exercise in Brutality, Condemned: Criminal Origins

Condemned: Criminal Origins was probably one of the most impressive launch titles for the 360. Mostly due in part to its bold reinterpretation of first-person combat, and the fact that it was quite successful in doing so. At that point, melee combat in first-person games was more of an afterthought, a chainsaw as a last resort, a crowbar as a utility, fists for no other reason than to commit an amusing suicide. Never had it been done before with any kind of real thought put into it. Other than the lukewarm at best “Breakdown”. Click here to continue reading “An Exercise in Brutality” »
