the horse has alluded me successfully...
allow me to contextualize that statement, thankfully void of heady semantics or complex hermuenetics...
he (I'm assuming we're talking about a gelding) was supposed to come at the beginning of summer of fall. It is the end of fall and my hopes have fallen along with the first snow. Has the video game somehow screwed up, robbing me of my Game-given right to ride?
In other news: I bought a $7000 female cow.
But I can tell you can tell that I'm just beating around a bush, comprised of unknown properties. I'm not addressing the heart of the matter which is: at any given moment the power could go off when I am saving it and whatever the save game file REALLY IS, whatever it's definitive concrete correlate, it's bonafide exteranalized relative value in the world of FORM is it will be EVAOPORATED and with it, all of the time I have so diligantly poured into the game. So how can this be... a good thing? How can I live with this? I can live with this because the value I derive from putting time into that video game has nothing to do with the necessary prolongation of my gaming experience or with the save game file that houses the record of every last activity I performed in that ludic space. The substance, as it were, that I take away from my playing experience transcends a mere flatland recording of my in-game accomplishments (or lack thereof). My probings and explorations of this limited land of finite choice are a joy... a joy exlcusive (it would seem) of any definitive muddy-ass proof.
On to how the (imperfect, impersonal mirror that is the) game is reflecting me:
I'm marrying the semi-intellectual, partially clear-minded nigh-breastless somewhat-tomboyish recluse...
I'm just starting ranching now after slacking off (FISHING IS so LUCRATIVE) for three months...
I bought the most expensive animal in the game in my first year of play...
I'm growing a banana tree (look for psycosomatic revelations inherent in this seemingly innocent endevour)...
I still don't have my horse (is this, as the Law of Attraction might have it, somehow my fault? Am I negatively influencing a randomly generated field of finite possibilities, subconciously perpetuating that which I vehemently and indelibly resist?)...
I have no bowed down at the Altar of Rod (there is no such geographical locale in this video game, but is this, too, my fault?)...
That is all. I am leaving you now.
allow me to contextualize that statement, thankfully void of heady semantics or complex hermuenetics...
he (I'm assuming we're talking about a gelding) was supposed to come at the beginning of summer of fall. It is the end of fall and my hopes have fallen along with the first snow. Has the video game somehow screwed up, robbing me of my Game-given right to ride?
In other news: I bought a $7000 female cow.
But I can tell you can tell that I'm just beating around a bush, comprised of unknown properties. I'm not addressing the heart of the matter which is: at any given moment the power could go off when I am saving it and whatever the save game file REALLY IS, whatever it's definitive concrete correlate, it's bonafide exteranalized relative value in the world of FORM is it will be EVAOPORATED and with it, all of the time I have so diligantly poured into the game. So how can this be... a good thing? How can I live with this? I can live with this because the value I derive from putting time into that video game has nothing to do with the necessary prolongation of my gaming experience or with the save game file that houses the record of every last activity I performed in that ludic space. The substance, as it were, that I take away from my playing experience transcends a mere flatland recording of my in-game accomplishments (or lack thereof). My probings and explorations of this limited land of finite choice are a joy... a joy exlcusive (it would seem) of any definitive muddy-ass proof.
On to how the (imperfect, impersonal mirror that is the) game is reflecting me:
I'm marrying the semi-intellectual, partially clear-minded nigh-breastless somewhat-tomboyish recluse...
I'm just starting ranching now after slacking off (FISHING IS so LUCRATIVE) for three months...
I bought the most expensive animal in the game in my first year of play...
I'm growing a banana tree (look for psycosomatic revelations inherent in this seemingly innocent endevour)...
I still don't have my horse (is this, as the Law of Attraction might have it, somehow my fault? Am I negatively influencing a randomly generated field of finite possibilities, subconciously perpetuating that which I vehemently and indelibly resist?)...
I have no bowed down at the Altar of Rod (there is no such geographical locale in this video game, but is this, too, my fault?)...
That is all. I am leaving you now.
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