Copied the poems here since the site took quite a while to load for me, for some unknown reason: click to read them Really fun/funny and I enjoyed those, especially the first one. Its rhythm is...
Copied the poems here since the site took quite a while to load for me, for some unknown reason:
click to read them
In Sims, capitalism doesn’t mean we all end up dead
There is a cheat
code that
doesn’t require you
to be an ass-
hole but we still don’t need
it. We eat avocado
toast and smile
all day. I get fat
with your love
and walk the
black lab every
half an hour. We
buy you that
easel and I make
money off my
novel and I still
have time to
pet that dog.
We finally have
that baby and I
am not
suicidal and
we are not
poor.
Sims as (every) bad day
I am 15 days old. I am hungry and upset. I have been an adult for four days. Someone has removed the steps to my pool. They put them back again when I started to wet myself, when I’d had to switch from breast stroke to doggy paddle. When I get out, the baby has stopped being a baby after three days. They grow up so fast that I don’t have a toddler bed. And I do not have the ability to buy one.
Really fun/funny and I enjoyed those, especially the first one. Its rhythm is interesting, and they both definitely sum up how I often play (and feel about) the Sims too.
Looking into it, it seems like these are from a collection called New Rules: play during the pandemic which I am now eager to read.
Copied the poems here since the site took quite a while to load for me, for some unknown reason:
click to read them
Really fun/funny and I enjoyed those, especially the first one. Its rhythm is interesting, and they both definitely sum up how I often play (and feel about) the Sims too.
Yeah, I accidentally posted a pretty slow archive link. Here is the site itself (and probably what the link for this post should be changed to).
Ah. Want me to update the link to that?
Please do!