As hard as I try to clear some space, those crates keep piling up on me.
It's a work of art I ain't talkin mona lisa.
With wings over chasms, raise the daringly imagined arch, hold up the astonishing bridges.
Round and round we go -- where you'll end up nobody knows.
Exploiting you -- exploding me.
This dance, this gentle, slumbering dance. Watch closely. You are feeling oh, so drowsy.
What you see is not what you get.
You're so square. You probably think this script is about you.
You can check us out any time you like -- but you can never leave.
When routine bites hard, but emotions won't grow ... Love, love will tear us apart again.
How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
Oh what a fascinating, logical shape, I'd bang down tables and chairs demanding to play with cubes again.
Because I know you will never force my door, I can open up my arms to you.
He was only five, my little angel. In his right hand this unexpected toy he collected from the floor ...
Unconstrained and flowing smoothly in movement ...
Thousands of clicks later, I could still not stop, no matter how hard I tried ...
Get my mojo working. Gonna go choo-choo all night long.
Mixed media, general art, living-isms, creating language and other wisdom, the link between poetry and theory ...
But for some reason I'm confused and lost on what to say.
It felt as though he were scratching my healing wounds. He ignored my pleas.
A robot must obey any orders given to it by human beings. Period.
We were much closer than you thought -- not drowning but waving.
It was lots of fun. Also, and oddly, it made us remember the fears from our teenage-time.
Do you think we're suicidal? No man, we're just ordinary, everyday thrill-seekers ...
Something should have been noticed ...
3D Yoshi's Island demo
We met again, years later. No explanation needed; he knew my works, he knew how to read through them ...
They explained a little about what they were doing ...