<< rofflecopters and lollercoasters | Main | Mechanical Reproduction >> July 03, 2007 >> It's hot sort of Summertime drains the stuffing out of me, but mysteriously increases my output of dead baby references by about five times. This especially sucks when you are in the midst of claiming that there is no tangible link between video games and violent player behaviour. Not only are you lazy, but you're also a hypocritical psychopath who demands a baby martini whilst reclining on the patio. That's a lot to take on in the summertime when it's hot and you'd rather be sleeping. But oh, boo hoo. Summer as a part-time student is a little bit sensational in its lax demands, but I feel like only part of a person in the meantime. If the tin man doesn't swing his ax fiercely, he gets rusty. If the letters don't spill out of my fingers, they get backed up and turn into horrible songs about corn on the cob to be released on the TTC populace. Chill chill chill, grill grill grill. Fuck the utility bills and boil me some corn. some corn. some corn. some corn, sparky. Posted by Chris at 11:11 PM >> Commentations (1)
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