Shigeru Miyamoto Goes Spelunking
Meg Eden
When McKenzie from down the street died
I told my dad I was biking to his house
to explore it & he didn’t stop me. I biked there
but couldn’t go inside
When McKenzie from down the street died
I told my dad I was biking to his house
to explore it & he didn’t stop me. I biked there
but couldn’t go inside
I don’t care for the end
of this game. Every struggle is the struggle
for the maintenance of heterosexuality.
It’s hard to remember, sixteen years later, what I found so mesmerizing about a graphically obsolete princess. The jerky, jagged game was unrecognizable to the world I remembered spending dozens of hours in.
On Halloween, I drank too much. I didn’t vomit or drive drunk or anything like that, but I most certainly embarrassed myself. The details aren’t important—no one was mad and friends of friends thought I was hilarious—but the next morning, I was scared at the loss of control. I greyed out enough to make my […]
Check pieces of heart: little girls popcorn-
kernelling from your spoils. They’ll ask
to fashion a trellis from third & fourth
ribs on your left side (hey! listen!) a temple
to shapes you take: child – wolf – tree-mask.
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