two creatures, famous and sought-after seashells, wanted to capture the warehouse
my bed with you there.
only precursor of narcotic and analgesic opiates
the predominant alkaloid of heaven
I wanted to, I wanted to just squeeze down into crevices
in from the rest of humanity
"the Garden" is and can be fatal.
the cells are assimilated
「Small be」is ever deepening
the muscles required for sensitive material
be the daughter and woman curvature of the stem
a magical poppy field incisions made
…because flower development…
I, Papaver somniferum, grow wild
you're becoming bright yellow referring to the sedative properties of me

this process she does red and white, is the female at intervals
she came, reproductive organs for all sexes
There were hugs that smelled like milk
like when you sweet milk of almonds
This made of musk, between on into Paradise

After the eggs our planted for drug production
stepping out of my skin to produce synthetic opioids
My sea slugs hugging her pillow with her nestled
your loved one to salt water, nature, they are dangerous to humans to meet with
oil that has many of her favourite things:
Profundiconus "splendid", "dancer", and "dragon"
nudibranchs can be seen flowering
emerges from the small crabs and shrimp.
The petals I do like geometric cones.
some are served in priceless annual or perennial ornamental smoke cigarettes
The opium poppy, am full of defended
is a species of I just believe in sensory modality

My psych wants me to capture faster-moving prey, such as fish.
I'm not okay. with hell. Here, very high prices, until finally, for their colourful flowers,
a cloud of toxins in a beautiful restaurant
some poison used to stabilize a newer heaven
The world seeds are ripened.
plants long about writing their eggs into this tissue
a very slow development (of bliss) without such rows of many small teeth, slug
it's made me so opium poppies that the narrow God will bring the elect near to
in a manner similar to curare
Poppies are sought after between the severe and often total body paralysis.
enter receptors.
evoked lucky.
when the chemical compounds is cornered, and touched, in God

The DEA raided the service, choosing pieces
From my side of consciousness, But my heart is still beating of the opium poppy found in a silly thought..
The third fall, again I'm fighting tie me down.
We work around it, a subtype
I get really anxious
the plant made from bricks of cardamom, roe, lower intertidal neighboring and that is something complicated, loving, generous, maverick
of nice weather, then rain and Peronospora somniferi, "sleep-bringing", something my darling and an ovary of ward."
I still feel the strain
all chemical to muster has been used up in my work as they recline but there is still the sting of a few
I threw up all of the coffee dark blue
Through the Looking-Glass consists of egg mass.
much the pelagic hear the message hunt worms
any mode of vermivorous, would enter Heaven
this case refers breathe for her.
from her screaming with joy in the sultry lab.
After the prey has been them,
a "fish" and therefore love.

these things life owes under the surface
are covered with her paw prints moving on the wall

laugh about it together

we just want market production thrown out
the flowers Cherished
taken from the used-to-be-pretty spontaneous
and to enjoy the "never regret it"

i woke up, into the interior of flowers
nectar into the heavens
a sweet liquid inside my behavior

i'm living in a very actual ocean
secret places in the classic sea
planting seagrass meadows in my childhood gender

i was a bird
and then i fell through the surface of a frozen ocean
and became a whale
and swallowed the light

licking the surface of a liquid crystal eyeball, i fell into a deep
ravine of is this the perfect atmosphere????? :? everyone just needs
to experience the flavor of acetone ;D irl maybe the optimal flavor is
the essence of the sparks from a cat's back

iluv2wink and the moon winked back at you in a loving embrace
(✨ing: "ahhh the velvety milky taste of the universe's most
intimate" and then you bite off part of the rim of your wineglass

the lcak of an well-meanign god can be proven from the half-achieved
nature of petting, which is only surfac-elevel ½❤ a truly benevolent
would allow you2 lighlty qsueeze my kidneys and run a teasting finge
rover my lstomach liningng & & & & i give you permission to do this as
i;'m dying' ^_^ and then you laugh and squeeze at my stomach and
reproduce the endless melancholy 😏 tee hee

in the universe
on ice-covered waves
like silk cut over a much larger space
the slippery sound of half-dreaming
while your father pissed into a jar

An empty this ceaselessly plays:
don't understand my own immorality, or expressing.
and I will always weep
and bemusement at the words in the spaces that I don't fit in it
Other times all the people seem //so true// and I'm thrilled to read or a weird mix of strong identification I admire.
(Divine Beasts alert)
Sometimes they'll say something that where it seems like I would most belong (gin and the wheat fields and the geometric in in the seas).

The Trial is umpire says your skill in coercing the umpire...

creativity created in her a dread akin to with invokes a remarkable religious
freaking out and not keeping my dichotomous world.
subtract one from away to draw more near
dreams of "you really nail a highly collaborative atmosphere :)"

A sophisticated traditional honeyed almond milk
Devilish temptation, as sweet coffin spray of gladiolus

the hopeless the philanthropy great undersea metropolis located cynicism

heliotrope, it happens like this? Me and you're standing right there
My mind was and vanilla - dragged into debauch
Hard to deal with.
Why did sugared lime, pink grapefruit, oakmass, lavender, Babylon
musk with two roses and a bevy of Middle fucked up
Now it is all coming back to me and you changed my life forever because of what happened this feeling that I have after seeing you. I was peach and oakmoss

The way that it ended was so contains red apples
of innocence shattered: glittering I don't want it to.
You have NO IDEA how much lightless, effervescent and foamy ambergris.
Queen of and aa whisper I don't know what to do and or say

I look up and jasmine Aizen-Miyoo and black tea
Schrodinger's Cat and sugar cane.
deepest marine notes
A thin, sinous, A swirling, fights we had, the many mistakes we made, the Eastern and Indian spices.
Othello and a as sin: great undersea metropolis located cynicism, the Spanish moss, ambergris, white musk, white rose
is making me remember it all.
You have NO IDEA how much lightless


from a sunset on a teacup
from a spray of orange wings
from the space outside of sleeping
where the movement draws you in—
from the math in wings of moth
from the sound outside a bar
from a thin exploding line
across the surface of a star:

i saw you looking out
in a great hush

. hush .

outer space gnaws at conflicting emotions
the most beautiful crushing soft emptiness
so conscious of all the desire—
up there between the angels
i lay, a flower in a hothouse

and the night
the stars
the most beautiful crushing
they stood
arms full of the wind
eyes full of animals
in deep sea burrows
far away away
a star was flying apart
too hot to be touched.

on the internet
i saw a dogged arctic fox
pawing at the snow
searching for a place to hide
and i fell in to search alongside

at once mice and butterflies swept apart
revealing a half-black half-pink cosmos
scattered with biggest glitter

and if life is a grey road to all this
seen from a tower through a spyglass—
sing like a bird in red heat
with a voice the world hears
so it can know,
in its heart,
how you feel


where it's just the people we love, dear,
and i will never again fight back

God is a certain slant of
a goose in swan's clothing

your limbs could unhitch any lock
see how i sparkled
like tears in the small angles

am i ever as pretty as the snow?
the stars arrange in fractals of distance

light rain through the branches
a girl trying so hard to be okay
heaven is a place where
nothing is so hard to say

I'm a little disappointed that when I bought a cat it woofed :)

imagine you are this penguin
Fuck hearing "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, or 'this place
is literally hell'"
i'm not good with shades of grey or people or emotions or
reality. I'm a simple girl. hand me a beer LIFE SUCKS :( I will
click the "like" button on anything

drinking coffee and having sex 4ever rabbit gossip suffers tragic
end ☟ that "fun professor" schtick looks like a good look for
you!;teen mom folding swans out of actual swans of grey or people
or emotions or reality:No one currently likes this

this dog was just kind of walking around this corner park limping
and peeing on stuff
he seemed so


it was a beautiful night
the frost sparkled like tears
in the small angles of the tree branches
I was a fox looking up on the top of a hill
and you were just out of reach

just out of reach over in the next town
in your tall cold house
watching films by yourself

black-and-white geese then fly overhead
with somewhere to go in mind

a flock of freezing mountains
a stampede of bare rock plains
a cluster of vacant waves
a forest of stones
a swarm of waters
a city of stars
all so pure
so so pure

in the early morning
brought you bagel
ran your papers
did not turn in mine—

a strange form of worship—

bright rings around the eyes of pigeons
softly, wallpaper symmetry
on cafeteria mats

when you finally slept at last I was freed—
freed from service
church service—

drew an upside-down pyramid
with my hands
indicating one portion of a boundariless field of monistic implexures—

a tapestry
of tapestries
a house made of bricks
made of houses made
of bricks
a soft
on impact

what he wanted
I did not want
I did not want
to want what he wanted
enough to want
what he wanted

when he spoke
I was speaking
to myself

when he offered to eat
I was satisfied
to lick
my fingers

each finger
a bright tab

once a bright morning,
threw an owl
into sharp relief

"an owl!
how /nowvel!/'"
I had never seen it

so the owl
was a rare treat
and I watched
for two hours

I did not make it on time

this I could regret
some hardship
but that's a fond one

the rawest
the tearingest


I would have payed
telephone bill
two months ago;
would have payed
speeding ticket
first Sunday;
would pay off
all loans
a decade before this second—

but a white butterfly
landed on my shoulder—
trembling at its own

we sat in your bright bed
you drawing all over my body with lipstick
I did not like
talking about how hideous my genitals
all genitals like mine
I sleeping on the desk nightly—
your cuts in your lamb skin
orchids and lilies erupting every laceration
"your bloodguts—soil
ha ha
are your veins worms
or are they roots of the flowers—

in another stage, another world—
lying in peach bed
comforter cascading from top bunk
window open
ice air rolls steamtrain into room and
dissolves artificial heat to bare scraps
everywhere smell of apple skin
half-sex against one another
den mammalian heat
both in separate coal mines
staring at coal; backs of eyelids
coal mine darkness to unseeable horizon
left my canary in that piano room some months ago
"you do not deserve to be loved
no one deserves that at all

but of course
of course this
of course of course
and again
and again
of course of course
of course of course

years later
still making my way from the collapse
your rosary
still porcelain opium smell
intact on windowsill

o you spectre appearing as that old sawdust plays

o you gigantic sepia pollen grain
o you sideways spatial rectangular area filling sideways with water

o! how you revolve!
o! how you fill sideways with water!

or some other
clear liquid!

once you told me
I should've been
a prophet
two or three thousand
behind the "eight ball

when cobalt lines
glid from your tapestry
and I revolved and
my eyes sang
and I
could not be touched

the air around me -{ so bright
supercharged paper
all flut



Ezekiel saw
the wheels a-turnin'
way up
in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw
the wheels a-turnin'
way up
in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw
the wheels a-turnin'
way up
in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw
the wheels a-turnin'
way up
in the middle of the air

why can't I run around without m' boots on?
I just wannado whatever I feel like-a doin'

you can't do that
what would people think
if they
saw you without your boots on
now maybe
maybe if you
fill these forms
get these signatures
speak to so-and-so
push this bit
over here
tap down
breathe hard
onto the console
piss into small cup
bequeath unto us thine hallowed
hale blood and skin and tears
you can get a permit
and maybe
how 'bout you can
just go 'round th' studio here
wittout yer boots on
about that

A plea to game-makers to move away from the culture of intensive commercialism that dominates many of even the smallest-scale spaces where games are made, in order to provide a more fertile ground for games to grow in as an art form.

Some light history about the '90s Macintosh shareware scene and one of its biggest players, with an eye towards the modern "indie" scene and what has been gained and lost by comparison.

A list of reference materials that are useful when writing Ruby native extensions, including summaries of what information is in each reference. Also includes some information that is hard to find in any existing reference, and some tips on using languages other than C.

The gameplay instructions portion of the Battle Golfer Yui manual, translated from the Japanese.