He controls me, I don’t know why, but he does. That’s simple, as simple as that word… I kinda like him, even if i don’t like him he will tell me to like him, and I’ll do… kinda. He’s just that, I kinda like him.
Big mouth he had, a pink, sloppy fog horn, clipboard, regularly checked, tucked beneath his sweaty shirt sleeve, a bri-nylon favourite, name tag pinned proudly above the left breast pocket, the group, now milling get a glimpse of the pool swimming down his arm pit. A finger is pointed towards the exit, directions bawled like a blazing referee. Heads are bowed and shoes shuffle, they can feel his eyes on their backs, hear his heavy breathing. All his instructions flying from their heads and out into the cold hard breeze.
the controller was there. I took a shot at him but his fiend were there too. Fuckin Mubarack! He will get us all! So the only alternative is to fight to the death. I rather die on my feet that living on my knees. What will I show to my kids if I break my back before them now?
I have a video game controller. I would like to use it to control real people. I would make them do my chores, if I had chores that is. My controller would be blue and have gel things for my hands. Super comfortable.
I was the “controller.” i ruined our relationship, but you stuck around and never gave up on me. 8 months later, we’re still together and happier than ever. Thank you. I love you.
“Ground control to major tom, take your protein pills and put your helmet on”
A controller, that’s exactly what you are
I don’t even know how you do it,
but you manage to manipulate me in such a way where you act like a total asshole
and yet, I can’t help but like you
Video game controllers always confuse me. I’ve never been much of a gamer; my parents didn’t allow me to play video games when I was younger. Nowadays, whenever I go to a friend’s house and find a video game controller in my hand, I have no idea what to do but to randomly mash buttons and hope something works.
I suppose that’s a fair enough representation of my life. I don’t know what to do most of the time. The problem is, in life, I don’t even have a controller to direct where I’m going.
She reached for the controller, straining every muscle of her body to get there. It was downright embarrassing, the magnitude with which her body had decayed since the incident. Things like this weren’t supposed to bother warriors; they shouldn’t even be in this type of situation, they were supposed to be protecting the world from Strats and invaders. Well, no more; she was useless.
i use it to control anything… to control the earth’s movement, the sun’s brightness, the moon’s orbit… To control your heart, to control your feelings. To control how gravity works, to control what the society thinks.
He controls me, I don’t know why, but he does. That’s simple, as simple as that word… I kinda like him, even if i don’t like him he will tell me to like him, and I’ll do… kinda. He’s just that, I kinda like him.
Big mouth he had, a pink, sloppy fog horn, clipboard, regularly checked, tucked beneath his sweaty shirt sleeve, a bri-nylon favourite, name tag pinned proudly above the left breast pocket, the group, now milling get a glimpse of the pool swimming down his arm pit. A finger is pointed towards the exit, directions bawled like a blazing referee. Heads are bowed and shoes shuffle, they can feel his eyes on their backs, hear his heavy breathing. All his instructions flying from their heads and out into the cold hard breeze.
the controller was there. I took a shot at him but his fiend were there too. Fuckin Mubarack! He will get us all! So the only alternative is to fight to the death. I rather die on my feet that living on my knees. What will I show to my kids if I break my back before them now?
I have a video game controller. I would like to use it to control real people. I would make them do my chores, if I had chores that is. My controller would be blue and have gel things for my hands. Super comfortable.
I was the “controller.” i ruined our relationship, but you stuck around and never gave up on me. 8 months later, we’re still together and happier than ever. Thank you. I love you.
“Ground control to major tom, take your protein pills and put your helmet on”
A controller, that’s exactly what you are
I don’t even know how you do it,
but you manage to manipulate me in such a way where you act like a total asshole
and yet, I can’t help but like you
Video game controllers always confuse me. I’ve never been much of a gamer; my parents didn’t allow me to play video games when I was younger. Nowadays, whenever I go to a friend’s house and find a video game controller in my hand, I have no idea what to do but to randomly mash buttons and hope something works.
I suppose that’s a fair enough representation of my life. I don’t know what to do most of the time. The problem is, in life, I don’t even have a controller to direct where I’m going.
a wife is a sole controller of a husband. without a controller there is no control over thi
She reached for the controller, straining every muscle of her body to get there. It was downright embarrassing, the magnitude with which her body had decayed since the incident. Things like this weren’t supposed to bother warriors; they shouldn’t even be in this type of situation, they were supposed to be protecting the world from Strats and invaders. Well, no more; she was useless.
i use it to control anything… to control the earth’s movement, the sun’s brightness, the moon’s orbit… To control your heart, to control your feelings. To control how gravity works, to control what the society thinks.
What’s the point controlling anyway?