Living culture culture of life that lives in its own sort of soupy little residue unbeknownst to istelf

Hello again its me renaissance man, occasional game dev, diluted tube person coming back at you again with a frothy flavorful drool that reaches out of the maw of the collective unconscious into my mind to vomit upon thee.

What we all must understand is that creation is the greatest thing any human can do and the fact that we have so many easy to use tools for making whatever we want, and especially games is a sort of greatness that is hard to describe when your a rancid stupid kinda guy.

So with that i say i like making and making is fun unto itself, im glad to make with others who subscribe themselves to the make and model of forms i direct them to do.

To come together and understand a thing, to have the memetic seed gestate within the earth as it mutates and forms into an abomination any board room of cardboard zombish folks would hack their listerine guts out at is lovely. Its proof we’re alive that we can have a culture formed by brutish and silly naïve fools like me.

I humbly demand that everyone be mandated to understand games and then make one, have more culture. More examples of things done in a way that only the individual could do. Not games with houses and men and weapons and fighting, and if it has those things than pervert and twist it into something no one else could, would, or should make because its yours.

What i mean to say is im manic and very happy, and i hope other will feel this way through the joy of creation