I was super excited to get a new video game console. The
game came with a lifelike tommy gun and I knew since tommy guns were weapons
from old gangster movies that I was promoting no new kind of violence. When I got ready to play the game I put on my
headset to play live with people from all over the world. How cool is that? I
finally had access to a multitude of strangers…possibly some to meet. I finally
saw why children enjoyed gaming so much. I had my tommy gun ready to fake shoot
the avatar fake people I met. The first person I battled with was a
12-year old kid, a seasoned veteran of the game. Being that it was my first
time, the kid fake killed me over and over again. Each time he would yell,
“Open those legs, Bitch!” or “Up your ass, faggot!” I was so shocked. I
remember actually saying out loud, “I’m shocked!” After taking what seemed like
hours of verbal abuse from FishEater2013,
a 12-year old kid, I finally became
frustrated and yelled, “Hey kid! Tell your daddy he needs an ass whooping for
not knowing you have a mouth like that!” The kid laughed at me and said, “Oh
yeah, from who?” I said, “From RightSaidFred1991.
That’s who.” I mean seriously? I used to think Frogger on Atari was a headache. But, I’ve practiced so much that
now I fake kill FishEater2013
every time and I’ve taught him less offensive phrases to say like “Mission
Accomplished!” when he wins or “Awe…Game over!” when he loses. And it only took
threatening to come over and kill his family when he was sleeping. I love
gaming. It’s safe violence
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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