“Sven.”
Sven sat with a controller in his hand.
“Sven!”
“Fuck! What is it? What do you want! I’m on level freaking twenty four and I’m this“, here Sven looked away from the television, pinching the air. “close to kicking the crap out of Cortex with gems.”
Red sat down on the couch to his left, staring blankly at a ‘GAME OVER’ screen.
“Dude where’s your mum?”
“I was so close too… you hungry?”
“Not really.”
“I’m making dim sims, last chance.”
“I’m not hungry, Sven, where’s your Mum?”
hey fruitsalad – how ya been? im back! am working my way through your material and will be updating my blog soon….any new ventures?
Lots of things have happened! Lots and lots.
movie and website-making mostly, and latent depression, you know the drill.
I’m totally awaiting your updates!
Why does this all seem so familiar…