I get all kinds of messages like this one. Beats beats pwnage beats.

I’m down with it.

One day a parade of Goldie lookin chain wearing gamers will fill the streets and their symphony the air. I will be there grabbing my nuts and whispering semi couplets. If I’m noticed I may just blend in and grind with my kind.

Take a step to the right and click for what’s left. Ungh! (nut grab) respect.

This kid is dangerous. His or her wicked confidence and ugly power is controlled by about 2 ounces of gray matter. The rest is all Pokemon and Britney images.

Like a symphony’s strata goes from piccolo to tuba, this nonsense is the sum of its parts.

We have an innocent pants pooper, a surfer’s disdain, angry desperation, can’t take it hip hop guy. This garbage is music to me.

I avoid children in my daily life. I can’t avoid them when I play games and so I try to deal with them.

My efforts are often fruitless.

Please enjoy this sprinkle of love dust courtesy of xbox live.