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There’s a Utata Bug in the DMU

September 14, 2006

Originally uploaded by ♥ shhexycorin ♥.

Holy hell.

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Exciting Heiwa Machine #4

September 5, 2006


私達はHeiwa 機械を刺激するために作る #4

Originally uploaded by eighthrs.

Poem to The Heiwa Machine
Last night in the basement of undisclosed depth we played the exciting excitement machine of Lupin III Pachinko machine for many minutes, Pachinko which is much similarity to pinball, however vertical. In Japan these machines are very popular such as slot machines. Ours was out curbed in the American neighborhood and retrieved by way of rescue mission USA.

See the handle on the lower right? See the yellow tray? The yellow tray of many many silver metal tiny many balls. When twisting clock-wise of the handle such tiny balls are shot as pinballs into the colorful space arena above the yellow tray wherein they cascade bounce and tumble upon myriad small pins horizontally into hopefully winning openings whereupon spinning lights activate and musical chimes demonstrate your success.

Mezmerizing.

Drop by…

July 22, 2006

Hi.

I send you my hello. I’ve been away. Times have been rough. Things have been occuring. It’s how it always is.

I hope you’ll drop by the site sometime when you have time and want to spend your time. I’ve recently added some links in the sidebar to a nonsensical music journal I started keeping on the highly addictive site last.fm.

I told you about it in this post. Therefore here we are.

Hope you’re doing well out there.

Chin up world.

Valentine Texture

February 14, 2006

Well. Well. Well. What have we here? It’s a damn bunch of nonsense. I’ll tell you what I think. It’s some foam rectangles. I bet the dark areas have been “burned” in leaving the red areas and the yellow glow in the right edge to fend for themselves. I bet somebody knows exactly who I’m talking about. It’s a sense of vagueness when we see this. And a sense of blood. Similar in many ways to the vague definition of “who” each person we know is, and the vague boxes we put each other in to save time and effort, and the red lights of humanity we ignore. You hate yourself, you see hate in others. It’s not there. It may be. You make sure it is. We all do. We must make sure the world appears the way we expect it to appear and that is a matter of interpreting the events of a day and St Valentines Day at that, thru the eyes of what you insist is all there is.