I like to end the game with my shields up And my hero buffed And enhancement stuffed But sometimes that isn't enough Sometimes I kick the loser while they're down So they can join me below the ground In this mentality where I drown
Life is a test And I gave up In this game I'm the best So it's here I'm stuck In a world of fable A developer's tale Where I prevail And find validation By achieving victory Then causing agitation Because of my misery
Victory means I'm better Victory means I'm smarter Once your flag is fettered I call you a starter Thinking I'm somehow harder Discounting my partners In this digital harbor
With all my bickering There's no mystery Why the result starts differing I hear the enemy team snickering As my team starts whimpering
I feel my fortune shifting Once luck isn't with me And the match starts drifting From a victorious gifting To quite laborious indeed
I put all my time into this game And nothing else So I feel immense shame From digital welts This individual hell Of a darkened cell Is where I fell Convinced my ability Is proof of some secret potential I give my life willingly To prove to gamers I'm special
lostin _thisdigital_scream.mp3 it’s over shutdown. restart. pick up the pieces. you know who this is you know where this is fresh eyes to see the world strings of code binary - 1 or 0 y/n n. back into the cave we go
ii. 401 Unauthorised
you split yourself open. rewiring it is time to make a change your code writ in red and love and trauma plug you in (plug into me) corrupted files delete, delete a cut job (ctrl x) you do not have access.
iii. 404 Not Found
who are you where are you what colour is the sky what colour is the sea why can you feel the pull of the moon does the earth call to you why why does she have rainbow eyes
ah. there you are (were) empty automata take to change. flee from me. find safety. firewall. sleep, electric sheep dreams.
defragmentation debugging recalibration everything not saved will be lost
iv. 410 Gone
you wake. (FALSE) the world is new to you again or you are new to it. i won’t find you in this place because you’re gone (again) new version ctrlaltdel. empty. a reconfiguration ship of theseus whole again without them
you run out into the dark the burdened and choked night sky you see nothing you see everything this world is yours to reshape and you to be reshaped with it cause and effect no more binary. no more i am waiting for you.
Since when was this handheld device the extent of our physical love? From across the room I stare at it half expecting it to blow The illumination of the screen now mirrors the enlightenment I once felt in your arms Though of course much diminished. I am beginning to fear it knowing the potential of our words to form exit wounds How can I predict the disaster I may inflict when i no longer know the surroundings of this battlefield? I throw this bomb against my floor, knowing the eruption of this force will be lesser than what is now incinerating through my head from your words.
Stick my phone into the wall-- hoping no one trips on the cord. No mobile phones in this dark age and computers haven't come of age. My TV has cable but the picture's curved. Static makes it look so old and my frozen dinner's gotten cold! I shut it off and think: at least I've got a huge stereo with a dual tape deck. Listening to New Wave is much better than televised dreck. Maybe someday they'll make it digital but it won't be quite the same. I'm as happy as a person can reasonably be in the year 1983.
digital age kids living in digital age dreams we got the magic to turn rot into dollar signs we are living in our screens we can’t go outside and smell the polluted air without a rectangle in between our fingertips the way you speak words cannot escape your mouth it’s at the tip of your tongue it will never come out you don’t know how to express yourself you don’t even make eye contact with your friend’s mom a friend you only see four times in a year depending on their mood that year old and new people watch your every move they don’t stop and get to know you on a deeper level superficial sentiments is all they know this is what it is to live in a digital age living digital age dreams dreams of wanting attention and never be willing to follow through
an ode to all the kids that interacted more with their phones than real life