Irving R. Milton

visa and mastercard deciding what games are allowed to be sold is an apocalyptic level threat to the games industry. phone calls are the highest impact way to help.

this is an all hands on deck situation. the enemy got results with 1000 phone calls.

we can beat them

phone numbers and a script:

It creeps up so fast. I could almost believe I'm sick with anticipation at the coming hours. I've ate away my time, wandering around the littered lights of the street. Colorful and beautiful images- the stories are multiplying, stupifying, stuck between the line of reality and dream. I can hear you

The curse of indecision. Holding me up while the time still ticks by. I shouldn't have this pain in my neck, but even I can't unravel away from the boredom at my feet.

Keep up, keep up, keep up, keep up. Peek pu, peek u, peek up, peek up.

Or maybe I'm held at a knifes edge, not even fangs, but more-more separation between who we are and what we eat. What we eat unravels who we are. Since they're on the way out. I'm a breath away from a ghosts embrace. Is there a reason to wake up? Even if I never agreed to sleep in the first place?

6/25/1994
"HERE’S JOHNNY!"
Catch up, bragging, teaching, mentoring, scoring, intimidating, stretching, languishing, staring, unflinching, conniving, pra/eying, hunting- something called shock and awe is riveting everyone nowadays but I'm here to introduce some old school terror into the lonely pack

I used to sit up on my granddaddy porch, watching my grammie knit. Her arthritic fingers sliding the yarn over the needles as she would take occasional bits of snuff between her bottom lip. Spitting it out like the mud clay I tracked inside her home.

They achieved fusion while I was asleep but fucked it up. So messy but also what's the big deal? The earth shakes but I laid dead in hibernation- it almost shook me awake, but something pressed me deeper inside. Myself or my coffin? One and the same. Human and monster. Eat and be eaten. Over & over.

Everything's so fuzzy. That a man could be driven so far- but it's not enough. I'm asking about the time frame. But you're unresponsive to conscientious reality and want to believe you'll be fine? How could anyone take you seriously? There isn't a difference between you and me. I hate you. I hate yo

Death of creation, ideas, agency..
Each night is its own story that I reread over and over. Details change but the stars never do. I think about stars a lot. How the night sky is like a worn out blanket smothering us. And I wonder when the satellites will catch fire

Oh, what am I NOT obsessed with....
But then also what's an obsession to one might be the entry quiz to another. But I cannot deny the hold such things as the road, my ride, and all the various ways I can hear roaring between them. The flip side- I also hold onto all the death that can happen

Oh I meant no disrespect. It's just an observation. I quite like when others are direct with their... desires, so to say. I agree- the absence of obsession is apathy, even negligence in your duty, if it gets bad enough. I don't trust anyone like that. They're bad for the area and for our cause.

A collar shakes, who comes to answer?

You also see through the scheme! One of the lucky few chosen to see through the bullshit! Of course it makes sense since you're so obsessed with bones- you're not even satisfied till your past skin. How could heaven appeal to such a creature? Same as one shackled to the pains of family, but I digres

Yahoo! Answers: Can I leave heaven once in there? If not, is it just a fancy prison? explain how if I cannot leave it is not a prison

Reading comprehension assignment: failed. (Didn't even try).

Oh I hear it. Anyone could if they were truly listening, it just... doesn't always lead me in the right direction.

I'll be using it as a free light source. I haven't met a full moon I've trusted yet. But I've a more... medical view point on the whole thing. The amount of crashes and hospitals filling up But maybe yall have it under control by the now... what's it.. '94? It's either better or worse no inbetween

Sitters can't have shit, huh?

The deal is sealed. Wonderful trade. 2 thumbs up.

A noble quest, still untaken. But forever haunting me in the hallways of my body. There is no control to be found but one day. One day. One day. One day. One day. One day.
I'll be found.

Can't concentrate- termites in my head. And when I try to talk, they spill out like a oil can on concrete. It just smears and squeaks under the pressure. Termites, might be able to drill through more than wood- there's something in my head. Slimy and dry like bones- it's so easy to break bones now

Well in my case, there's times where you need to push just *everything* to the limit to see if it'll give you the edge. But that doesn't have to do with this.
But the wheel is a fascinating thing- how it resembles the very world we are on. One within one, but does that really matter? Well an argume

Oh that'll sting for a few days, I know that 'heart burn' too well.

I concur. It's all points and side lines seemingly containing something inside it. Like a trap. There's space with squares and rectangles no matter how small. But have you ever tried to make a triangle wheel go? It's fucking hard, goes no where, and makes everyone laugh at you

Well I can't hold the light and fix it at the same time. I'll ask one of my other kids if they'll help

Well don't let it sit up front, your old man is just such a good teacher I can't help it.

By god I'll teach it to drive if you give me enough time.

Not my van. But- I was a father once, this shouldn't be too hard.

Well by god one of those things should keep it steady. Send it over!

...its already using your phone. I'd argue it's natural development-
Back in my day, if you didn't at least shock yourself while fixing up your car then you haven't pushed it to the limit. I learned how to hold a wrench before I knew how to read- do you think it can hold a lantern? I need a helper