Thursday, October 31

Drat race.


My love, 
we circle each other
become trapped in war,
see no way out,
and sacrifice ourselves
to the mystery of the unknown future.

My love, 
we build castles with windows
and then hate our walls.
We dream we were never ourselves.
Then we are thankful for dinner.

My love,
we know who we are,
but we allow others to teach us about ourselves anyway;
perhaps if there is something we do not know,
life does not need to be so complicated.

My love,
we chase paper because
it is easier to represent the world
than to look it in the eye.

When I was a boy,
when I was a boy,
when you were a girl,
when you were a girl.

I cannot promise you what I will always remember.
I cannot be infinite.
I can be myself.

Friday, October 18

Whodrakes in the what, now?

Hey! So, critical juncture for me as a famous person. No big deal. But my GameJam game, Mandrakes In My Garden, is in a competition online! And what's more, it might win, with your help! It's 1 of 15 in a few hundred that has 5 out of 5 stars. So go check it out, and vote! I will love you forever if you do. Click on this picture of the title screen to go play! And, potentially (sigh) you can play some of the other games, as well.