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Hekki Video games | Poetry | Anxiety I’m playing Pragmata. It’s good but I think I hate children. Also my brain is broken. Just trying to exist. It’s all intentional. He/Him VP account = @neverneverman.bsky.social

A screenshot of this polygon article complaining about potential ads in EA games
The sun, orange in the sky from all the smoke
A poem titled Recycler Reborn in the shadow Of your fathers gun Under the grip Where the grit gathers And now, gone You absorb the fog The murky, bubbling pool Tar and sulphur Blood and vengeance. Under the earth Under the ocean Under the falling sky You will find salvation
An illustration of a mousetrap patented in 1882. It’s an old colt single action(I don’t know really) hand gun pointed at a mouse in a cross section of ground.
Donair ingredients laid on a table consisting of -Thin strips of ground lamb and veal - lettuce, tomato, roasted red peppers - a fake donair sauce of garlic and honey Also pictured: a wok with a very small amount Brussels sprouts and 2 pitas
A poem titled BCGF I'm impressionism Realism can suck it I'm a modern mister peace You can fit me in a bucket To be honoured, is an honour It's a matter of routine I can slip in with the fishes Yes! I always come out clean Deny it or decry it Just don't knock it till you buy it I will wash and also dry it Assign the blame (I'II supply it!) They're enraptured round my finger Accepting future I've foretold I say they the monsters chaste their tails Though the trend is getting old
A photo of braised pork belly (hong Shao rou) with white rice and broccoli in a bowl garnished with green onions.
A poem titled Wrift Always knew the writing on the wall So they made it bout the classes Stole your lyrics and your music Fuck they even stole your asses Hundred thousand heirs Make a billion now that's classless Stole your dances stole your hearts Now they shake them stolen assets Make you make the bag they take Algorithmic so it's passive Stolen words from stolen voices But keep your bodies for the masses
Poem titled: It Remains And after the bluster After the beating After the seething And the preaching After the ceiling And after the hull An absence of meaning After the cull After the handle After the wall After the hollowing And after the maul After the exit After the child Hereafter the ocean Hereafter the wild ! Something in the water Pulling on the beach Languid disposition Abhorrent is the absence of Time !
A close up of fast fry steak on a fresh baguette with mozzarella slices, grilled red peppers and a garlic aioli type sauce. Next to it is a bowl of beef jus.
A poem titled Treeline We count the dead from the treeline Winter hordes The left behind We check for strings and screws And buckles and bolts And blades and bottles We make mistakes and count them double Then carry the dead Bring them into our homes We place them securely under the floor Until they stop itching Until they start clicking We leave with them and we never say goodbye
A poem titled Night Shift They come in the rain and in the night Horrors and Demons. Snarling behind flames Twisting branches. Lurching limbs. Is it the forest that reaches out? Trees that scratch and bite Is it nature itself? Come to end our tenuous accord Tree or Demon Beast or nature All will be met by steel and bone
A delicious goat kunna curry with chickpeas and paneer in a wide bowl. Naan on a plate is partially visible to the left of the bowl.
A short poem titled Gimme Gimme Goodbyes Everyone else. Everyone else but me. Is it for pity that I'm here now? Everyone else, yes. Everyone else but you was easy. It is for pity's sake you see this empty shell.
A poem titled: Mellow Laid Low When the room runs red The doors don't close The lights dim and flicker Floor stained with what you chose When doors don't close Lights dim and flicker Floor stained with your choices Concrete walls grow thicker When the lights flicker dim Stained floor invites you low Concrete walls thickening Red room all you'll know Stained floor now your ceiling Thick walls crush your bones There is no red and no light is on But you are permanently home.
A top down picture of unleavened whole wheat pizza dough in a stainless steel bowl on a stainless steel countertop
A poem titled Occupance A beast in the streets A beast in our houses Hold tongue and step lightly We don't wish to rouse it A beast with potential A beast that espouses If heart sparks aflame We suggest that you douse it A beast is demanding A beast that requires Keep your eyes in your pocket We can't stop the fires A beast takes your water A beast never tires The warnings were earnest We passed uninspired.
A poem titled “Red.” It reads: Red I let the water spill so I can bear witness to how the world bends, and where we will collide The dips and deep grooves carved here before and after by our excellence and decay cradle us. Carry us home.
A spliced together video of SAROS starring Rahul Kohli and a 2013 episode of EastEnders featuring Rahul Kohli
A list of upcoming video games. Summer Game Fest Standouts Resident Evil Veronica Gen Atlas Cross/Fire Alien Isolation 2 Wolf Among Us 1 & 2 Stella Gets Her Blade Back FF7 Revelation Day of The Devs Standouts Mr. Records Pee Zombies PROVE YOU’RE HUMAN Screen Bound Apple Crumble When Sirens Fall Silent
A screenshot from 1000xRESIST. The dialogue box reads: Art is a distraction
Jack Quaid mo-capping his role as Phranque, a gelatinous cube from the hopefully soon to release God of War: Laufey.
A screen shot for 1000xRESIST. The text box reads: “Nostalgia is a dangerous thing. Ever hear that one?”
A screenshot of a conversation between 2 characters in 1000xRESIST. The text box reads “Poetry seems like such a good idea until you actually have to read it”
A poem titled: Pitbulls and Pitfalls Our curtains never close But we’ve locked all our doors Crouched on couches So far the day’s long gone Sun so high now We must paint our shadow.
Wordl results screen showing a 300 win streak
A poem titled: The Saint Paul Born beneath the rubble of a world built entirely for you. THE BURDEN! Blessings in the house. May the sun cook you as well. But the structures crumble. And the chosen choose to squat and make more mortar. Flinging it to fill the fractures where they gather while we’re looking. Twist our tongues then sell it back to us. THE INJUSTICE! Having to choose now, as the dogs you keep do. Feigning shock when they glance eagerly at your palm. The slaps outpace nourishment. WHAT A LARK! To lay with us in youth. To stand upon our causes. The souls underfoot. But a bill comes due, and all return to the sun-soaked Gods. Looking back at what naive fools you were. Back to your beds, with their bread and our butter.
A giant pigeon in a dimly red lit foggy room, in front of Sister Blue.A little flying drone remarks “Life is Disgusting”
Characters from 1000x Resist converse in a cafeteria. A text box has the question “Why are you sad and fat?”
A poem titled: Brunswick Oh, kings under kings under kings Your princes produce paupers whom the peasants prop up on posts And they still lord, of course but with more malice and avarice So why shake your fists when you still pay the tithes? Your comfort keeps you awake You look down to twist your stomach And furrow your brow to sleep
Arjun walks slowly toward an enemy while shooting and deflecting projectiles in the game SAROS
A geranium wet with rain
A poem titled Am I Wrong? am I really reading? Or just recognizing shapes? Am I a man upstanding? Or just a knuckle dragging ape? I mean neanderthal, actually And if I were to speak factually I'd cut this short, and tactfully say I don't belong.
An old Mr. Roger’s mug. The decals are chipped and scratched.
A screenshot of SAROS’ stat page showing everything unlocked and completed
Characters from the game inKonbini talking. Satoshi’s chat box reads”Thinking about life and the hopelessness of the human condition
A poem titled "Blooming" is typed in magenta over the image of a once abandoned cabin in the woods from the game Lost Records: Bloom & Rage. Black and white headshots of the four protagonists line the bottom of the image. The poem reads: The abyss opens when we align A lock and key A point in time For what you've taken For what we've lost Raven, Sun, Moon and Moth.
A photo from the Game Saros. Arjun Devraj walks toward a gnarled mass of roots in the shape of a throne. Above the throne an eclipse. In the eclipse a poem: Who’s to say? first millennia was a gas Oh those were Halcyon days When found artifacts were the key And we had yet to modify ourselves. In the physical sense. I know what you know Our souls were remodelled the millennium previous Do you recall when first we shattered the blue? Oh. The blue. And now, there is only yellow Yellow glass, yellow walls, yellow sky yellow light shines from yellow sun yellow beams burn yellow eyes And who’s to say I’m not a better man?, or that I have not always been?
A black and white photo from Horizon Forbidden West. Aloy sits in front of a crouching Talanah, and they are looking into each others eyes. A poem is written on the image in cursive. There is no space between us No words that need be said Your heart beats within in my chest Your thoughts within my head Our limbs entwined together Your hands are now my own My lips hum as yours do Your mouth is now their home
a snippet from my post reads: Impostor. That’s what I am. That’s what this Platinum represents. I’m a Lumines poser. A pretender, perpetrating myself as a professional puzzler, proudly peacocking and parading around my Platinum prize prominently in some pathetic production that any people poor enough to perceive it would probably pronounce it plainly preposterous. And they would be right. Let me explain.
A poem titled: Be where your feet take you “they say the hard part there” then there’s not for me I’ll turn my back to their misery and warm my face in the sun “Ignore them and they’ll flourish” rot more like and I’ll do the same Until then I’ll stretch my limbs and take cool air into my lungs “they’ll grow and come for us” Brother, they’ve grown. And fucking let them. I’ll love and tend a garden I’ll make tea and I’ll be kind I will let them die empty I will choose to live fully.
Two uncooked whole wheat pizzas. Left: Turkey pepperoni Right: cheddar and a fancy sausage(chicken hot dog)
Talons I didn’t know, of course but I’m crying. As I do. As is my constant Need to make the swirling sound sane. Something that does not Help in these moments. You are gone and so shall I go, because Existing has never been a bridge I cross. In troubled waters I get swept away to where we get swept. Beneath the comfort, I Am behind the heels. And soon to you, now underfoot. I’ll be there Too. But with more wasted time. Why was I gifted these moments? Afraid of shadows with the lights out. In the second you had To think about the dark, did you? Or did you just decide not to Breathe in order to conserve the moment for infinity.
An image of robocop and the pope styled as a political attack ad. The Pope is superimposed over a collage of images of "crimes" such as a women voting, educated people, Dr. Fauci, protesters. The language states the pope is weak on crime and Robocop is the only man to protect american values.
A screenshot of a poem titled: Runnnnnnn I’ll never know when my heart stops beating I never know when the hate starts feeding again I’ll never be on the cusp of being My minds not reading, and I’ve lost the feeling again I never know when my voice is shrieking Shattered peace is a dead man laying in bed I’d cut the line but I can’t stand bleeding I’ll just wait until the noose fits over my head Come take me and break me I’m just a boy I don’t want any friends Come face me, erase me I broke my will there’s no making amends
A still from the movie Memento, featuring lead character Leonard Shelby in black and white, wearing a plaid shirt.
A poem Titled Haiku How Ya DO that is actually just four separate haikus SUPER CHILL Money makes it go Your blood keeps the gears grinding Your comfort absolves If it then was is I wish you were sad cause then I’d have a mirror Instead of this hole Artemiss me with that shit It is flat you fools And smooth too. No curvature. I speak of my brain Then what if it can isn’t Farther now we rush Together still pursuing A scorched rock awaits
A poem inspired by Doki Doki Literature Club Join The Club Look at me Look at me Why aren’t you looking at me? Look in my direction I’m giving off affection Look how reddened my complexion When you are seated in my section LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! Why did I just have this reaction? Love is merely an abstraction It gives obsession not distraction But a fever’s gaining traction I feel it’s time for an extraction LOOK.AT.ME LOOK.AT.ME
A collage of virtual photography from Horizon: Zero Dawn Remastered interspaced with a poem titles Secrets and Caves. the poem reads: Into the earth flee from fair weather To find curses and blessings And rats wrapped in leather There are dark things In secrets and in caves Like the knowledge of Gods Kept hidden by knaves Oh! There are shiny things too... Blooming beneath stalactites Parts all, of an unbearable truth Hidden deep, in the light.
LEFT: a boy behind bars with a roof surrounded by cockroaches under the label "inside." RIGHT: a large tree with various imagery depicting fears that include dark spirits, Americans, Knife wielding murderers, Sephiroth, Erend and a Watcher from Horizon, Chucky and others.
A screen shot of a poem entitled "400 years +1 week" it reads: When they finally hear our words baby, it’s so disastrous Silk screen the struggle then they sell it back to us “Yo, ask Timothy in marketing if its reading black enough” “Weigh the cost, Jeff we’ll get one to make the math for us” “We gents defy the form there shouldn’t be a tax for us” “We acknowledged it’s systemic We really think y’all should be thanking us.” No more time for crying baby, they drew a map for us As long as we’re behind the line They’ll keep the hashtag up