"i hate the player, and the game"

It’s a strange feeling at the end of the world. A cultural critic like standing on the deck
 play as they go down and, yes, feel stupid. Useless. 

Dissection of class hierarchy: the players are playing 
what else are you supposed to do from the bottom? 
Left galvanized by this knowledge? I don’t know,
if art what about writing? Feel something similar.

watching, obsessing, freaked.

it is so small a part.
fraction of practice,                           energy be still and wait for a solo.

get an itch.
other standard issues
avoidance and be supportive

not entourage at all

we bratty sub, a horror of accidentally calling things game,
first driven by language, interaction.
but, make collab to soften someone else's hard,                   comic aesthetic

be looked at like you are too serious, all the time. all the time!
want to try new, know you are in control of the language,
take that breath
but, fine, okay,
change taste levels up, maybe, they'll never admit it though

and you have to argue through irresponsible imagery, too brash and insensitive

I'm in the middle of a campaign, and I'm playing with other people.

The end of cyberspace , we are looking for a safe one near.
In the academy , it does not exist. There is no time to read.
The set-up:
                  We listen less, and act more.
The slowness isn't tactical, but we will insist otherwise //they went straight for it