Hoping People Are Empathetic/Confessionals

## Day 22: Head of Household

I'm not a man of science but lets say, for scenario's sake, that I was playing in a front yard. Next to a tree and tire swing. A couple walks by jogging. Or do they jog by walking? I'm not a man of science... But here I am...in the yard....picking flowers and thinking about what it would be like to have James Franco's body. And as I lean in to smell the flowers? What's that? The old familiar smell of a big ol stinky shit. The kind of shit you have after a day at the carnival. The kind of shit you save for the lake when you're camping. The kind of shit you take in the comfort of your own home so you can moan and roar like a lion because that's how bad you had to go and that's how good it feels to finally release your bowels. It's the shit of release. It's the shit of anticipation. And in my case....it's the shit of war. This house might as well be a shoe store on a beach because it's full of flip-flops. Everyone going back and forth on alliances, and loyalty. I'm not playing an honest game but I'm not playing a coward's game either. I'm involved, I have an understanding of the house and the elasticity of its characters. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know my name is in a lot of mouths and I could easily be next out the door. BUT ALL I WANT TO DO IS PLAY IN FRONT YARD AND PICK FLOWERS AND PRETEND I'M JAMES FRANCO. And that smell. That goddamn smell. I look up, and there's an ass sticking out the window. And it's trying to shit on me. Who's ass is it? Trace? Tadd? Wait a minute. There's another ass...and another ass...AND ANOTHER ASS!!! Everyone in this house is crammed into a window and they're trying to shit on me from the top floor!!! NOW...I'M NOT A MAN OF SCIENCE...but if you pile one ass on top of another ass and all those ass's are banning together to shit on me....they're gonna shit on each other at the same time. I'm okay with getting my hands dirty but keep it out of my eyes because I'm not playing this game blind and you people have shit for brains.

Life as a whole has been split into disengaging pieces, warring molecules shooting to opposite ends of the galaxy. When Eve took the apple from the serpent the first black spot on the human soul spread like ink in water separating ourselves from the one true divine.
Like the classic game of Tetris we long to fit together as a complete masterwork but time, as we all know, sometimes speeds up and the background music gets significantly faster and more Arabian. I'm the block piece because of my size and stature. But Tadd...he's the T piece. Mostly because his name starts with a T. But the question of the week....can I fit a T peg in a square hole?
What?

## Day 27

You get so much information for the simple price of saying you might vote with the person talking to you
I have gotten so much information and I don't think I've done a single thing other than say "yeah im not sure how im voting, you?"
All I have to do is play nice and keep everyone thinking I voting with them, which really isn't that hard especially if I change up how i vote each week

## Day 28: Eviction

That's what happens to kids these days. You kill their imaginary tigers and they lose their shit. Calvin plays a frantic, irrational game and I can't help to think this is some sort of bath salts thing. Like when he comes home from a long day at the Watching Paint Dry Factory he downs some bath salts, puts on a Rob Zombie record and uses raw chickens to put on a puppet show. This dude is straight up nuts. One day Calvin, you evil little millennial, you're going to read this and I have a message for you...outside of this game. Things in life won't work out for you. Nothing goes right for anybody. That's how life works. You want something to go your way and then it doesn't and it's up to you to go back to the drawing board and recollect yourself. You have chosen to chastise me, make me feel bad about myself because I made a move that was right for my game. There is no excuse to ever treat people like they are less than you. We are all born from a screaming mother's vagina, we live our meaningless lives with an eight of an inch of skin holding in our blood, nerves, guts and bones, and then we die. And when we die we shit ourselves. If all we have is our moments and our memories, if all we have is the people we cross paths with, then all we have is love. You don't have love, you're fucked. I hope in the future if you continue to play ORGs that you remember there are human beings behind the robotic vortexes we call computers. I don't know if you're that pocket of your generation that has lost contact with what it means to drink from a garden hose and ride your bike through a thunder storm but there's a whole lot of life out there and I hope you live it to its fully extent. That you become an ambassador of love and impose empathy into all your future interactions or else you're going to look back at your life and realize, beyond games on the internet, that you were the villain. Empathy, the truest definition of it, means leaving your body, entering someone else's body, and physically seeing life through their eyes. You need to take a moment to have that symbiotic relationship with other humans. I hope you figure it out dude. And I hope you stop being such a douche to me. When this game is over...go outside. Smell flowers. Masturbate in a book store. Eat ice cream in front of a fat person exercising. Do anything in your maniacal little heart to make yourself feel alive. This little rant was catharsis for me and I'm over it. I wish you all the best and no (more) hard feelings from my end. I wish you nothing but the best outside of this game and I wish you nothing but gloom and doom inside of this game. PEACE.