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.

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

A collar shakes, who comes to answer?

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

The last mothers day I remember was a combination of love and shame. Or maybe that's was the name of our kids. But I wondered what kept the smile off of our faces if I wasn't too preoccupied with the rain outside. Outside where the spilled paint can mixed with the grass and infecting the very soil

you cant read auras stupid ass . you can barely read English

I fucking told Al Capone to wrap it up- but you know how bouncers are. Heard he's related to the pope, said he's a bum cousin but I ain't one to mess with catholics in particular. I tend to prefer being the 'lic' in the room if you get my drift.. not that I'm in the room much, I prefer working on ca

Anyone else unable to get the taste of dirt out of their mouths?