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Every time I die, I realise it was just a dream, And this curse that we call life persists in tearing at my seams, Bereft of beauty, shorn...
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Bridget from Portable Pieces of Thoughts has written an absolutely wonderful review of Guerrilla Internet on her blog. Check it out here !
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Kal, a talented and experienced computer programmer, is stranded on a world populated exclusively by giant cats. With naught but his progra...
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When news breaks of abusive work conditions afflicting the creator of something you love, what do you do? Do you continue to grease the whee...
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Hi everyone, My second novel, Guerrilla Internet, is nearing completion. I'm shooting for a release sometime in December, if everythin...
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The recent tragic passing of Satoru Iwata raises a troubling question: how do we acknowledge the triumphs of the people who have made the vi...
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Aliens watch. They see us talk with war and celebrate with poison, Fashioning our only home into a mausoleum. Aliens pause. They see us ...
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These words like flakes of glittering gold embroidered into snow-white silk. There is no jewel, no star, no light, that outshines my loquac...
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A man without walls spends his life building them.
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Today I woke up and forgot how to smile, And lost my right arm to my pet crocodile. My left I retained with a honk and a frown, ...
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