Edward gaming, he has played so many games. And for so long, Edward has been gaming.
What does Edward game for? Edward is gaming to remove space from his dead schedule, and turn the clock inside out. Edward's middle name is Stanley. Sometimes when not gaming, he thinks about changing his name.
To Edward Gaming.
I've been around him for a long time now, but not when he is gaming. When I see Edward he greets me with a silly smile like a dunce might wear, and laughs before speaking. He has been gaming, I can see it in his bleary eyes and greasy forehead. The reflection of a lake, that has been staring into a wide careless moon, is Edward Gaming.
When not gaming he watches the swallows zip around madly in the tidal breeze, how they circle and dart like animated razors. Dreams of flying is as close as he could find himself like these, but he forgets dreams. Unlike birds, Edward flies while gaming. He soars through the clusters of enriched data on his personal computer. He curdles the milk expressed of those lost to gaming's dairies, he positively tests to the disease known as computer addiction.
Today he watches things go from naught to zero at 1.6 megabytes per second, prelude and foreplay to Edward's gaming. He excites some strange compartment within looking at previews, reading the words of other Edward Gamings. Will this game be the One? May it eat his life so ravenously, a strange succubus indeed.
Edward doesn't only game. He watches a little bit of pornography. He studies a little bit of meaningless nonsense misread as knowledge.
The computer is nearly 5 years old, it has been a vessel for all of Edward to invest preciously in. Between the rocks of real life and the clouds of digital unlife, Edward has spent nearly 1/12th of his waking hours gaming.
When I see Edward he looks sullen, a child after a tantrum but no tears have been thrown about. Edward has forgotten what he likes about Gaming. Where was his last name if not written in his heart, or head. It seems like a junkie loves the needle but only for the point. He says he is tired, he hasn't slept for a day or so.
I wonder what Edward would do without gaming, he's such a strange boy.
Today when fencing he chose not to care, not to fight it. Just digging the holes, amusing himself with snippets of would-be could-be. Now and then he tells his father bits of snippets, and arouses amusement or tired derision.
If he can stick to one thing for one hour a day, will he be a rich creature? Or an empty glass. The glass is always waiting to be filled, anything can fill a glass.
4:20 check.
What does Edward game for? Edward is gaming to remove space from his dead schedule, and turn the clock inside out. Edward's middle name is Stanley. Sometimes when not gaming, he thinks about changing his name.
To Edward Gaming.
I've been around him for a long time now, but not when he is gaming. When I see Edward he greets me with a silly smile like a dunce might wear, and laughs before speaking. He has been gaming, I can see it in his bleary eyes and greasy forehead. The reflection of a lake, that has been staring into a wide careless moon, is Edward Gaming.
When not gaming he watches the swallows zip around madly in the tidal breeze, how they circle and dart like animated razors. Dreams of flying is as close as he could find himself like these, but he forgets dreams. Unlike birds, Edward flies while gaming. He soars through the clusters of enriched data on his personal computer. He curdles the milk expressed of those lost to gaming's dairies, he positively tests to the disease known as computer addiction.
Today he watches things go from naught to zero at 1.6 megabytes per second, prelude and foreplay to Edward's gaming. He excites some strange compartment within looking at previews, reading the words of other Edward Gamings. Will this game be the One? May it eat his life so ravenously, a strange succubus indeed.
Edward doesn't only game. He watches a little bit of pornography. He studies a little bit of meaningless nonsense misread as knowledge.
The computer is nearly 5 years old, it has been a vessel for all of Edward to invest preciously in. Between the rocks of real life and the clouds of digital unlife, Edward has spent nearly 1/12th of his waking hours gaming.
When I see Edward he looks sullen, a child after a tantrum but no tears have been thrown about. Edward has forgotten what he likes about Gaming. Where was his last name if not written in his heart, or head. It seems like a junkie loves the needle but only for the point. He says he is tired, he hasn't slept for a day or so.
I wonder what Edward would do without gaming, he's such a strange boy.
Today when fencing he chose not to care, not to fight it. Just digging the holes, amusing himself with snippets of would-be could-be. Now and then he tells his father bits of snippets, and arouses amusement or tired derision.
If he can stick to one thing for one hour a day, will he be a rich creature? Or an empty glass. The glass is always waiting to be filled, anything can fill a glass.
4:20 check.
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