I’m mad at the game, not the player. That’s why I’m not playin’ anymore. I’ve put down the controller. I’m not playin’ this game called elitism. This game needs updatin’. It’s so frustratin’. Download a new app called life. There’s so many levels to unlock. But here I am connected. Connected in one sense. Disconnected in another. That’s why I chill with my tunes on. I’m no gamer but I have love for the gamers that rebel. I’m no gamer but games are cool. I’m no gamer but games can let off steam. My game is one big fantasy. Two teams. Double the fun. Reality is better than fantasy. Fantasy is better than reality. Now it’s one big real fantasy & a fantasitised reality. So wake up. See how many RTs you got. My game is sharin’. My game is carin’. My game is darin’. Game on. Game off. I’m game. For many things. People are using dating apps to find their match. Or matches. Some got matched. But today is match day. Match of the day – on Tinder – the game’s changed. This game has to much division but I’m not talking about leagues.

Pause.

Let’s have a replay. OK. It’s Twitter that I have more problems with. I really like Instagram. There’s loads of creativity. I follow loads of boss accounts. People can do they they want – as long as they’re happy – I just think we can be better & have more community.

Game on. I like havin’ a laugh on there & gettin’ arty. It can be difficult knowin’ what the right balance is to strike I suppose.

Game over. Let’s just chill & enjoy things more. Everyone has enough stuff goin’ on during the week or whatever. Less Twitter arguments & more joy I say.

Extra time. It’s all energy. Using it. Saving it. Turning lights off. Energy gettin’ frustrated. Energy is better used for love, giving, being stimulated, for being outdoors & socialising.

Simulation. Is this just one big simulation. Fuck knows. LOVE. PEACE. REBEL.