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== Please Enjoy A Selected Poem By Valentine Games == | == Please Enjoy A Selected Poem By Valentine Games == | ||
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<choose> | <choose> | ||
<option>::'''''Fragment (03-47)'''''<br> | <option>::'''''Fragment (03-47)'''''<br> | ||
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:lost souls blacking out the sky<br> | :lost souls blacking out the sky<br> | ||
| − | :maybe combs won't<br> | + | :maybe [[Combs Duende|combs]] won't<br> |
:eat shit today</option> | :eat shit today</option> | ||
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:even one taste</option> | :even one taste</option> | ||
| − | <option>::'''''Poem (for Beasley Gloom)'''''<br> | + | <option>::'''''Poem (for [[Beasley Gloom|Beasley Gloom]])'''''<br> |
:what does tomorrow mean to any of us? postseason? uncertainty?<br> | :what does tomorrow mean to any of us? postseason? uncertainty?<br> | ||
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<option>::'''''Fragment (03-95)'''''<br> | <option>::'''''Fragment (03-95)'''''<br> | ||
| − | :tillman was the first<br> | + | :[[Tillman Henderson|tillman]] was the first<br> |
:to have it cross his lips<br> | :to have it cross his lips<br> | ||
:do not dwell on how much <br> | :do not dwell on how much <br> | ||
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:the taste <br> | :the taste <br> | ||
::::of<br> | ::::of<br> | ||
| − | :this | + | :this n u t<br><br> |
:from the ecstatic <br> | :from the ecstatic <br> | ||
:salt of my tears<br><br> | :salt of my tears<br><br> | ||
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:what kind of reaction it would be<br> | :what kind of reaction it would be<br> | ||
:the buzzing - my heart - stopping or starting</option> | :the buzzing - my heart - stopping or starting</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Poem (for a Would-Be Fan)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :if you haven't tried it you might<br> | ||
| + | :like it; if you find your feet steady<br> | ||
| + | :on base, next seek the immaterial<br> | ||
| + | :plane; of the triangle of the<br> | ||
| + | :bat of the ball and your <br> | ||
| + | :head they circle like<br> | ||
| + | :the birds in the <br> | ||
| + | :furthest eaves<br> | ||
| + | :of the stad-<br> | ||
| + | :-ium<br><br> | ||
| + | caw<br><br> | ||
| + | caw</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''[[Sutton Picklestein|Picklestein's]] Query'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :free of trouble or concern -<br> | ||
| + | :or free of restraint?<br> | ||
| + | :everything - or nothing?</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Fragment (??-??)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :i entered my old isolation<br> | ||
| + | :tank to play a game<br> | ||
| + | :of catch-up but lo,<br><br> | ||
| + | :in siesta time<br> | ||
| + | : there is no sleep <br><br> | ||
| + | :my physiology<br> | ||
| + | : is not mine to keep</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Poem (to [[Hotbox Sato|Hotbox Sato]])'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :on to the next struggle - or the last - <br> | ||
| + | :the hype before <br> | ||
| + | :the crash, the encasement<br> | ||
| + | : of breath of <br> | ||
| + | :wandering forward wondering <br> | ||
| + | :what will be done to you next<br><br> | ||
| + | :no fight is static<br> | ||
| + | :that's how they get you</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option weight="3">::'''''Letter #1 (to [[Pedro Davids|Pedro]])'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :in the airspace between<br> | ||
| + | :the solid wood of seasons,<br> | ||
| + | :mountains out of scale<br> | ||
| + | :as they scrape closer<br><br> | ||
| + | :they stopped waking us up<br> | ||
| + | :stopped calling practices<br> | ||
| + | :yet we still shuffle onto the field<br> | ||
| + | :hunched over with equipment bags<br><br> | ||
| + | :would we run out our hundred games<br> | ||
| + | :as a music box, our die-cut parts<br> | ||
| + | :working in harmony, jerking, slowing<br> | ||
| + | :under the sun's baleful eye?<br><br> | ||
| + | :our teammates speak in [[corners]]<br> | ||
| + | :between drills, too quiet to hear<br> | ||
| + | :what is there to keep track of<br> | ||
| + | :except the tides<br><br> | ||
| + | :everybody says "yearning"<br> | ||
| + | :everybody says "g-d is asleep"<br> | ||
| + | :the wind says ""<br> | ||
| + | :the wind says "not the same"<br><br> | ||
| + | :anyway, how have you been? i'll see you<br> | ||
| + | :on break - i'll save you<br> | ||
| + | :an extra orange or two<br> | ||
| + | :for scurvy</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Fragment (04-05)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :i might be free<br> | ||
| + | :a being of will<br> | ||
| + | :but are my limbs,<br> | ||
| + | :my mouth, <br> | ||
| + | :the parts of a whole?</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Poem (to [[Halexandrey Walton|Halexandrey Walton]])'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :yes! o! you will wriggle clean <br> | ||
| + | :of your previous legal obligations<br> | ||
| + | :shedding a heavy coat and escaping into the waves<br> | ||
| + | :(which come with their own legal obligations)</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Fragment (04-26)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :we are all<br> | ||
| + | :worms<br> | ||
| + | :hiding deep<br> | ||
| + | :or baring<br> | ||
| + | :our faces<br> | ||
| + | :to thrash<br> | ||
| + | :in the rain</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Fragment (04-77)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :woke up <br> | ||
| + | :from my pregame ▰◊◴▵◉■▫▨◉▵▰▻<br> | ||
| + | :dugout floor; fluorescent bulb humming<br> | ||
| + | :they said "all our pitchers are lost;<br> | ||
| + | :[[August Sky|august]] flew; [[Lowe Forbes|forbes]] laying low;<br> | ||
| + | :it's your turn. get up. get to the mound."<br> | ||
| + | :then, woke again - [[Walton Sports|walton]] was there<br> | ||
| + | :instead. sports is back, baby.</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Fragment (05-65)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :i could feel the wave approaching<br> | ||
| + | :blistering, enveloping<br> | ||
| + | :but it stopped - short -<br> | ||
| + | :i'll be fucked if i'll ever let them<br> | ||
| + | :make me pitch</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Poem (a Snack for August)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :hwæt! it's that lovely turn of the season<br> | ||
| + | :where everybody<br> | ||
| + | :gets absolutely twisted<br> | ||
| + | :bet you've never seen<br> | ||
| + | :a blue jay<br> | ||
| + | :shoot tequila<br><br> | ||
| + | :i went down to<br> | ||
| + | :the sleven-eleven<br> | ||
| + | :orange powerade, spicy kung pao shrimp <br> | ||
| + | :flavored novelty chips -<br> | ||
| + | :cinnamon fireballs - <br> | ||
| + | :sad approximation - <br> | ||
| + | :of a black and white<br> | ||
| + | :five minutes, <br> | ||
| + | :milling around<br> | ||
| + | :in sunglasses<br> | ||
| + | :at night<br> | ||
| + | :take your pick</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option weight="3">::'''''Letter #2'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :i must apologize<br> | ||
| + | :i have been quiet this week<br> | ||
| + | :straining to adjust to the altitude<br><br> | ||
| + | :something odd in their faces<br> | ||
| + | :whispering to each other in the wings<br> | ||
| + | :laughing resonance of massage circles<br<br> | ||
| + | :dark figures fosse-ing through<br> | ||
| + | :the shadowed alleyway out my window<br> | ||
| + | :fastest team in the evil league<br><br> | ||
| + | :i've tried to catch [[Holden Stanton|holden's]] eye<br> | ||
| + | :but he's assimilated <br> | ||
| + | :all fours <br> | ||
| + | :eating trash off <br> | ||
| + | :the snowy ground<br> | ||
| + | :late-night cats singalongs<br><br> | ||
| + | :(perhaps his soul is sleeping<br> | ||
| + | :he keeps it in his jaw)<br><br> | ||
| + | :on the field, our path<br> | ||
| + | :is marked with a single bright line<br> | ||
| + | :when the ground catches fire<br> | ||
| + | :the survivors have only<br> | ||
| + | :one place to run - zero<br> | ||
| + | :degrees of freedom<br><br> | ||
| + | :the evolutionary theory<br> | ||
| + | :of punctuated equilibrium<br> | ||
| + | :states that lasting change <br> | ||
| + | :is driven by cataclysm<br> | ||
| + | :so let us greet chaos with open hands<br> | ||
| + | :to hasten the birth of new claws<br><br> | ||
| + | :we will soon meet at the crossing<br> | ||
| + | :grey-faced, i wait for the lights to drop<br> | ||
| + | :if i ascend first - i will carry you with me</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Poem (Season 5 Playoffs)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :::I.<br><br> | ||
| + | :spooked<br> | ||
| + | :hooked<br> | ||
| + | :or snagged<br> | ||
| + | :[[PolkaDot Patterson|patterson's]] look -<br> | ||
| + | :uncanny<br><br> | ||
| + | :top<br> | ||
| + | :of eleven -<br> | ||
| + | :pass me<br> | ||
| + | :a xanny<br><br> | ||
| + | :[[Tamara Crankit|tammy]]! <br> | ||
| + | :on base<br> | ||
| + | :[[Comfort Septemberish|comfort]]<br> | ||
| + | :mistaken<br><br> | ||
| + | :[[Hobbs Cain|hobbs]], hobbled<br> | ||
| + | :won't walk<br> | ||
| + | :how i loathe<br> | ||
| + | :the talk<br> | ||
| + | :ers<br><br> | ||
| + | :::II.<br><br> | ||
| + | :i am a prussian infantryman<br> | ||
| + | :waiting for a horse<br> | ||
| + | :to kick me in the head.</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Farewell to [[August Sky|August]]'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :::I.<br> | ||
| + | :eke out more stars<br> | ||
| + | :(sweat blood and bone)<br> | ||
| + | :so you stand above the rest - then<br> | ||
| + | :let the jazz hands catch you<br><br> | ||
| + | :::II.<br> | ||
| + | :so i say<br> | ||
| + | :ad nauseum<br> | ||
| + | :"we are all replaceable parts<br> | ||
| + | :in a broken machine"<br><br> | ||
| + | :but!<br> | ||
| + | :august - we were here<br> | ||
| + | :your pitching the call<br> | ||
| + | :the melody<br><br> | ||
| + | :our defense the response<br> | ||
| + | :orchestral swell<br><br> | ||
| + | :::III.<br> | ||
| + | :hands clasped<br> | ||
| + | :in victory<br><br> | ||
| + | :a chorus line howling<br> | ||
| + | :"fuck the moisties"<br> | ||
| + | :"those guys are truly the worst"</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Poem (Greetings)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :many corners, many stores<br> | ||
| + | :in the organic city, carved out <br> | ||
| + | :from concrete and always<br><br> | ||
| + | :stepping on something or<br> | ||
| + | :running from the same crash honk<br><br> | ||
| + | :are crabs and millennials <br> | ||
| + | :not both known bottomfeeders?<br> | ||
| + | :catch me in the benthic zone<br> | ||
| + | :once again</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option weight="3">::'''''Nocturne #1'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :well! what did you all think <br> | ||
| + | :a dog was, anyway? what did you think<br> | ||
| + | :they ate? did you think <br><br> | ||
| + | :there were no bargains, and no ugliness<br> | ||
| + | :to be found here or there<br> | ||
| + | :or on the way out?<br><br> | ||
| + | :[[Thomas Dracaena|thomas]] is flickering his light<br> | ||
| + | :on and off again - only a thin curtain<br> | ||
| + | :separates one domain from another.<br><br> | ||
| + | :we putter, we pretend. drip. drip. <br> | ||
| + | :ignore it. nothing more natural than<br> | ||
| + | :the flow of water carving out time<br><br> | ||
| + | :and mixing itself into turbulent newness<br> | ||
| + | :but where it goes, and when<br> | ||
| + | :is increasingly a matter of design<br><br> | ||
| + | :so when [[Schneider Bendie|schneider]] says "val, pass me <br> | ||
| + | :the pipe wrench-" well it's increasingly<br> | ||
| + | :hard to pretend i can't hear them<br><br> | ||
| + | :on the other side of the curtain</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Null #1'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :"[[Combs Duende|combs?]] [[Nora Perez|nora?]]"<br> | ||
| + | :proven? impossible<br> | ||
| + | :bird? carnivorous<br> | ||
| + | :miscreant? neutered<br> | ||
| + | :siesta dans la brèche<br> | ||
| + | :this'un lags no larger<br> | ||
| + | :- wouldn't shock me!</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Fragment (06-77)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :shell films delicately<br> | ||
| + | :"keeeee-RUNCH! <br> | ||
| + | ::::::PLAYBALL!"<br> | ||
| + | :flaking it off of and with the<br> | ||
| + | ::new pair of strobe shoes <br> | ||
| + | :anticipatory floodlights<br><br> | ||
| + | :useful idiots to drive<br> | ||
| + | :the getaway car into</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Fragment (To [[Millie the Bodega Cat|Millie]])'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :::I.<br> | ||
| + | :mirage <br> | ||
| + | :::freeways racing<br> | ||
| + | :further away, a scald<br> | ||
| + | :thin <br> | ||
| + | :::::burnt<br> | ||
| + | :unheimlich no specialty<br> | ||
| + | :::yearning, but not like<br><br> | ||
| + | :::II.<br> | ||
| + | :umbral ribbon!<br> | ||
| + | :crowd-pleaser!</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Fragment (06-90)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :partytime angle grinder<br> | ||
| + | :engine allegiant escrow<br> | ||
| + | :weeping detente [[Donia Bailey|Donia]]<br> | ||
| + | :heatstroke formation in<br> | ||
| + | :transcontinent coalition<br><br> | ||
| + | :colorful distraction<br> | ||
| + | :release null<br> | ||
| + | :rewriting provoked</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Fragment (06-98)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :bummer<br><br> | ||
| + | :mis-un-fortunate graveyard dirt<br> | ||
| + | :::::"washing of hands, ergo..."<br> | ||
| + | :discretely gearward and toothsome</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option weight="3">::'''''Letter #3'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :m'dear brethren,<br><br> | ||
| + | :::I.<br> | ||
| + | :or? memorial stash<br> | ||
| + | :carving about-face<br> | ||
| + | :totem of new volumes<br><br> | ||
| + | :"never that far ahead"<br><br><br> | ||
| + | :::II.<br> | ||
| + | :habitus question <br> | ||
| + | :- in effacement of <br> | ||
| + | :cogito kin roulette<br> | ||
| + | :cruel covenant <br> | ||
| + | ::in service of <br> | ||
| + | :::hands <br> | ||
| + | ::in service of<br><br><br> | ||
| + | :::III.<br> | ||
| + | :WHO<br><br> | ||
| + | :::i ask you<br> | ||
| + | :CAN prematurely<br> | ||
| + | :"say when."<br><br> | ||
| + | ::mantis head <br> | ||
| + | :: walking up mushroomed<br> | ||
| + | :as in the ballroom-dancing<br><br><br> | ||
| + | :::IV.<br> | ||
| + | :whether ball <br> | ||
| + | :::::window or teeth<br><br> | ||
| + | :"literally, <br> | ||
| + | :::'one who looks at birds'..."<br> | ||
| + | :a decision whose delicacy <br> | ||
| + | :whose nature<br><br> | ||
| + | :"and [[Sutton Dreamy|dreamy]] SMASHES it <br> | ||
| + | :::::like an EGG!<br><br><br> | ||
| + | :::V.<br> | ||
| + | :i cannot tell my veins what to do<br> | ||
| + | :i don't think anyone in this body <br> | ||
| + | :knows who they answer to<br><br><br> | ||
| + | :::VI.<br> | ||
| + | :what [[August Sky|august]] told me - interior - <br> | ||
| + | :the old ship and its coating of pitch<br><br><br> | ||
| + | :::VII.<br> | ||
| + | :o the year<br> | ||
| + | :::::waking conscript<br> | ||
| + | :rejected the mechanic<br> | ||
| + | :unified theory <br> | ||
| + | : loyal reenactment<br> | ||
| + | : rise ye foolhardy</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Null #2'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :THE division THE<br>:::fountain of pain<br><br>:"is plepsi ok?" not<br>:::::::this lifetime</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Ask Me Anything'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :3 03!!<br> | ||
| + | :if you've a question<br> | ||
| + | :::::::::i've an answer<br> | ||
| + | :::, just for you"<br> | ||
| + | ::::::"bang BANG</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Empty File #1'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :unlocked the ledger -<br> | ||
| + | ::::s wallow E G G <br> | ||
| + | :::::will ow switch runoff <br> | ||
| + | :::cold hand overwinter<br> | ||
| + | :bean spit is open ground scraping<br> | ||
| + | :is that what will be any i will to be</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Empty File #2'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :i taste the air and in its<br> | ||
| + | ::dirtheat oil godhead<br> | ||
| + | :::::smog-thick kudzu covered<br> | ||
| + | :"it's CAMPAIGN SEASON, b aby!"</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Circulation #1'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :good manners n blood customs<br> | ||
| + | :::(related to: )<br> | ||
| + | ::take my divining stick n i - hope - <br> | ||
| + | :take a viscous quid pro quo<br> | ||
| + | :::token of expropriation<br><br> | ||
| + | :golden barrel <br> | ||
| + | :::"so long!" keening dry<br> | ||
| + | ::gift thirst <br> | ||
| + | :::grateful guest</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Circulation #2'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :burgoo <br> | ||
| + | : of <br> | ||
| + | : wooded<br> | ||
| + | : memory<br><br> | ||
| + | : sutured<br> | ||
| + | : hand<br> | ||
| + | : into<br> | ||
| + | : sulfured<br> | ||
| + | : jacket<br> | ||
| + | : lining</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | :sharp right n | ||
| + | ::::dead<br> | ||
| + | : angle; single; <br> | ||
| + | : ripe n <br> | ||
| + | :type-bound apex</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Poem (For [[Jessica Telephone|Telephone]])'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :hold still<br> | ||
| + | :a space mosaic <br> | ||
| + | :sound occu pies to feel<br> | ||
| + | :convex; huskboundary<br> | ||
| + | :panels acoustical therein<br> | ||
| + | : the pointillist's plan</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Fragment (Missing)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :- ratio<br> | ||
| + | :portion - torpor<br> | ||
| + | : torsion - splort<br> | ||
| + | :distortion - to nail<br> | ||
| + | :tonality solid -<br> | ||
| + | : dirtily insipid</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Epigraph (Season 7)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :boil away<br> | ||
| + | :dissipation of vinegar and spite <br> | ||
| + | :concentration mounts like the pressure <br> | ||
| + | : "to soar...on many wings"</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option weight="3">::'''''Letter #5'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :::I.<br><br> | ||
| + | :blood-tunable laserlikeness a lesser<br> | ||
| + | : you<br> | ||
| + | : are a talented puzzle<br> | ||
| + | :easy upgrades escalated<br> | ||
| + | : ;as rolling hills of shark teeth<br><br> | ||
| + | :the far off gum from whence i sprung<br> | ||
| + | :ours missing our jaw-mate [[Oliver Notarobot|what made him flesh]]<br> | ||
| + | :flesh of the spirit <br> | ||
| + | :he was i think about my own contents - <br> | ||
| + | : to be made <br> | ||
| + | : of the same personable stuff<br> | ||
| + | : we saw it so clearly <br><br> | ||
| + | :call me<br> | ||
| + | : [[Pitching Machine|pitching machine]]<br><br> | ||
| + | :::II.<br><br> | ||
| + | :stringed instruction, o stored figure<br> | ||
| + | : identity dragged out from the same vein <br> | ||
| + | :plasma imprint carbon fiber<br> | ||
| + | : dented-engrailed as if bitten <br><br> | ||
| + | :as the [[Evelton McBlase II|flat-headed copy]] feared and discarded<br> | ||
| + | : no more than each new hatchling<br> | ||
| + | :wide open with its distinguishing spots<br> | ||
| + | : "look at what i can offer you -<br><br> | ||
| + | : love me <br> | ||
| + | : data without organs<br><br> | ||
| + | :::III.<br><br> | ||
| + | : can that love buy us time or solidity<br> | ||
| + | :the further away from the now the more<br> | ||
| + | :or less distinct yet as we speak<br> | ||
| + | : we, overwritten beyond sun-bleached<br> | ||
| + | : SO WHAT'S YOUR STORY NEW GUY<br> | ||
| + | : to stabilize <br> | ||
| + | : the sense of pushing through the gum <br> | ||
| + | : fully formed <br> | ||
| + | :without past <br> | ||
| + | : so <br> | ||
| + | : what makes a crab?<br><br> | ||
| + | :the flowing potential<br> | ||
| + | : imminent sideways<br> | ||
| + | : the same things that have made us all</option> | ||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | <option>::'''''Fragment (08-FIN)'''''<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | :torn prodded<br> | ||
| + | : loving trunbo claws<br> | ||
| + | :yurts as far<br> | ||
| + | : as the eye<br> | ||
| + | :can<br><br> | ||
| + | : see<br><br> | ||
| + | :we will be the ones <br> | ||
| + | :to taste it first<br> | ||
| + | :everything we walk over<br> | ||
| + | :the things we sever and grab</option> | ||
</choose> | </choose> | ||
| − | + | <br> | |
(To read all the poems, click [https://drive.google.com/file/d/1kZinYaFpZGgWg6Bb5FMFYNpO8un6jK-d/view?usp=sharing here]. Refresh to get another one.) | (To read all the poems, click [https://drive.google.com/file/d/1kZinYaFpZGgWg6Bb5FMFYNpO8un6jK-d/view?usp=sharing here]. Refresh to get another one.) | ||
Revision as of 21:02, 5 October 2020
Valentine Games is a lineup player for the Houston Spies. Games joined the Spies due to a feedback swap with Andrew Solis in a Season 6, Day 51 game.
Official League Records
History and Feedback Swaps
Games joined the league as a member of the Baltimore Crabs at the beginning of Season 1. They have since been a part of three feedback swaps, joining the Breckenridge Jazz Hands (in place of Tot Fox) on Season 4, Day 25; then the New York Millennials (in place of Conrad Vaughan) on Season 6, Day 22; and finally the Houston Spies (in place of Andrew Solis) on Season 6, Day 51.
Season 3 Peanut
On Season 3 Day 98, Games swallowed a stray peanut and had a yummy reaction, which increased Games' rating from ★★1/2 to ★★★1/2.
Blooddrain
On Season 7, Day 15, Games' defense ability was siphoned by Kansas City Breath Mints batter Marquez Clark in a game with Blooddrain weather, bringing it from to .
On Season 7, Day 56, Games siphoned some of Hades Tigers pitcher Yazmin Mason's hitting ability in a game with Blooddrain weather, bringing it from to .
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Please Enjoy A Selected Poem By Valentine Games
- Farewell to August
- Farewell to August
- I.
- I.
- eke out more stars
- (sweat blood and bone)
- so you stand above the rest - then
- let the jazz hands catch you
- II.
- II.
- so i say
- ad nauseum
- "we are all replaceable parts
- in a broken machine"
- but!
- august - we were here
- your pitching the call
- the melody
- our defense the response
- orchestral swell
- III.
- III.
- hands clasped
- in victory
- a chorus line howling
- "fuck the moisties"
- "those guys are truly the worst"
(To read all the poems, click here. Refresh to get another one.)
Gallery
- Ilovevalentine.jpg
by Dev (@doogemans on twitter)
Fanart of Valentine Games visiting Hlot Tlopic with a fan.
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