“When human will no longer control computer’s tech, 2 choices will remain. Maybe by Irony, let’s hope not sarcasm. But it will be 0 or 1″ -Romston, May 4th 2009
Picture title: A Moment of Silence (1/3) Picture artist: Michale Brun
What i think about this art:
The geometry form gives the touch to the subconsciousness: there’s a diagonal that cut the picture in two.
On a side, it’s weird green with horizontal line, represent a same direction of flux.
On the other side, people are all attach to something…
They think they can look in any direction they want:
(all head doesn’t have the same angle)…
But in fact they don’t. They are still looking in a “mean” direction.
Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out
This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again
Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again
Immerse your soul in love
IMMERSE YOUR SOUL IN LOVE
Everyday Shooter is an album of games exploring the expressive power of abstract shooters. Dissolute sounds of destruction are replaced with guitar riffs harmonizing over an all-guitar soundtrack, while modulating shapes celebrate the flowing beauty of geometry.
Play through different levels each with a completely unique musical, graphical, and gameplay style. Shoot to trigger musical sounds and riffs that combine to form the final soundscape of the game. Use points earned in the game to unlock extra lives, shuffle mode, and different visual filters.
System Requirements, Playstation 3 or PC with:
o OS: Windows 2000/XP/Vista
o Processor: 1.7 Ghz
o Memory: 256 MB
o Graphics: OpenGL compatible graphics card.
o Hard Drive: 36MB
Game review:
~ 9.5 / 10 ~
A mix of Music, Logic, Mathematic and Video game play…
This game is SERIOUSLY addictive.
Way to go Jonathan Mak !! You’re a F♫c♫i♫g Genius
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Song: The Lure of Atali from Knut A. Haugen
Group/Artist: “Knut Avenstroup Haugen”
Album / Collection: “Age of Conan, Hyborian Adventures”
Lyrics:
{*scratched: “What? You wanna battle
ME?”*} {*scratched: “Yo man, how much
money you got?”*} {*scratched: “What?
You wanna battle ME?”*} {*scratched: “Yo
man, how much money you got?”*}
[ Guru ]
I used to guzzle 40’s, and own a beat up Caddy
Since the hood still love me, I’ll turn the heat
up daddy I went from mackin fly honies on the
train to straight relaxin on the beach, countin
money gettin brain Soon as you rappers get a
chance you wanna floss a lot You buy a iced out
watch because it cost a lot Then you in the club,
stylin with dough Profilin with hoes that we
boned, a while ago You rookies haven’t done enough
laps around the track You had one hot single, but
then your album sounds wack Son you bore me with
your war stories You ain’t even do that shit, so
that’s just more stories How you expect us to take
you seriously? The look in my eye punk, has got
you scared of me I’m blastin your sons, I’m
snatchin your funds You catch a royal ass-whoopin,
you’ve been askin for one
{*scratched: “I’m bout to slap rappers around
and bruise the game”*} “What..
what?” {*scratch: “We thorough to the
end”*} “Yo man..” “You know
the drill” {*scratched: “I’m bout to
slap rappers around and bruise the game”*}
“What.. what?” {*scratch: “You
wanna battle me?”*} “Yo man..”
“How much money you got?”
[ Guru ]
Bitch you don’t even know, the half about me I
bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff
about me I’m just a little bit older, plus a whole
lot wiser I might advise ya, or I might pulverize
ya I can visit any city, get respect in the street
While you alone in your room, shook to death of
the streets I’ll take a second to speak, I keep my
weapon in reach I ain’t talkin romance but you’ll
get swept off your feet I keeps a ghetto chick,
that loves to blast and she peddle shit Groupies
fake moves, I get her to settle shit You can’t
compare to the status right here Legendary
worldwide, we can battle right here Listen junior,
I’ma tear back your wig This ain’t TV but I’ll
show you what a “Fear Factor” is Stop
grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me You
leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G
{*scratched: “I’m bout to slap rappers around
and bruise the game”*} “What..
what?” {*scratch: “You wanna battle
me?”*} “Yo man..” “How much
money you got?” “What.. what?”
{*scratch: “We thorough to the end”*}
“Yo man..” “You know the
drill” {*scratched: “I’m bout to slap
rappers around and bruise the game”*}
{*scratched: “I’m bout to slap rappers around
and bruise the game”*} {*scratch: “We
thorough to the end”*} {*scratched: “I’m
bout to slap rappers around”*} “You know
the drill” {*scratch: “We thorough to
the end”*} {*scratched: “I’m bout to
slap rappers around and bruise the game”*}
“You know the drill”
May 4th, 2009 at 3:11 am
