Brennan Sprague

I Never Played The Sims Because Being God Seems Exhausting

I barely manage to brush my teeth
before sleep. I neglect to wash
my face. In the harshest of mirrors
pink discoloration on my left cheek.
The grim reaper rapturing your dog
is too much. Ghost Sims haunt burnt
down houses. They abandon you.
They contain free will until you
determine they don’t. I did play
The Movies. Acted as stylist,
choosing avatars’ hairdos,
premiere gowns, jewelry.
I’d clay the stars glam.
I’d pay for their rehab.
I’d make them filthy rich.
I played on sandbox mode.
I didn’t want to run a studio
either. I only want to run
headlong into that which
wounds me.

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