HAPPY HOUSE 2: MANDATORY PLUNGE INTO ECSTASY.

POETIC VIDEO GAME REVIEW#2: FRONT MISSION DS (2007)

how many hours murdered 

merged with your militarized, fully enclosed throne of contemplation,

this cockpit of your monumental-sepulchral bipedal wandering tank?

mostly thoughts of regret, and vengeance absolute,

even if you've been framed for starting this war,

now, you relish being the great fire

spreading out of control. 

yours is the only perma-death,

you know;

if you ever decide not to come back,

all your slain comrades sink into the raging grave with you.

sweet release

from all the cynical-cyclical ruminations of  your war-brains

just a few button presses and joystick jerks away.

in theory

you could run nutrient drips

rig up ambient moisture collection apparatus,

load up on tanks of liquefied protein products, 

even install a synthetic cell culture meats reactor,

when you feel the yen for the chewy-juicy stuff

-total enclosure, 

total negation of the Exterior, 

a final rebuttal of any arguments in favor of you unseating yourself from this

the throne of bloody-minded contemplation.

no wonder your name here is Royd

that's no localization error

you are the name  of your own pain

that hideously swollen vein

but is it your heart or your ass

that troubles you so?

THE CRACKED AND BLAZING SPOKESMAN FOR THE NEW DESIRE PRODUCT LINE SUMMER INITIATIVE ROLLOUT. ONLY AT HYPNOS.

THE DAY THE PONZI SCHEME DIED AND I ACTUALLY WENT TO PRISON . . .

. . . but I didn't stay down long. And when I got out I got a nice position as an influencer at a libertarian think tank. So I look back on my time of troubles and have decided that my corruption only made me more ripe, more desirable in the marketplace of ideas. 

THE MIDDLE MANAGER WHO BASICALLY ESCAPES NOTHING, BUT HAS PLENTY OF GOOD TIMES DRINKING THEMSELVES UNDER AND OVER THE GODDAMN TABLE.

POETIC VIDEO GAME REVIEW#1: NINJA GAIDEN III: THE ANCIENT SHIP OF DOOM (1991)

with or without fear

if one can stand tall in the heart of mecha-madness

a ninja may yet prevail

GOD SLICING KNIFE. ONLY AT HYPNOS.

BEWARE FALLING FUTURE MERCENARIES.

HOW I SEE MY LAST DAY IN THE SUN.

WHEN WE FINALLY STRIPPED IT OF EVERY LAST VESTIGE OF AUTHORITY OF CHURCH, STATE, AND CORPORATION, WE BEHELD THE THING WE HAD BEEN WORSHIPPING ALL THIS TIME . . .

THE SECRET COMMAND AND CONTROL HOWLER AT THE HEART OF ALL THINGS.

THIS MASK COMES PRELOADED WITH AN ALL-U-CAN-EAT COUNTRY BUFFET.

I'M MORE FRIED CHICKEN AND MACARONI' 

N'CHEESE THAN HUMAN, NOW.

PUGILISTIC TENTACLE PRIEST...

... star of an unauthorized  Lemurian fan sequel to On the Waterfront.