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GamelogoBy Australian Ninja

Remnants & Relics. Buttonhole *Special* Feature

Welcome dear reader to Remnants & Relics, the first in an ongoing series of features looking back at various aspects of yesterday's video games. This series is one that I'd hoped to kick off many months ago, but I just haven't had the time to do it justice, until now. So consider this your opportunity to put on your best pair or rose-tinted glasses, open up a luke-warm can of clichés and prepare to hop aboard the way-back-machine.... It came from beyond two dimensions! -A Look Back at Isometric Gaming-

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ACMI Day Tripper

Welcome Buttonhole readers to another feature that is so choc-full of goodness that I've divided it into several sections. The top half is about the Indy video games showcased at ACMI. The bottom half is about the Pixar exhibit. It's ridiculously long and all terribly interesting to read, so you may as well read it in two halves, or just the parts that interest you. After reading about the ACMI exhibits on their website and getting more than a little excited, I decided to make the perilous trek to inner Melbourne. With time on my side and money stuffed in my pocket I ventured forth to the train station. Once on board I passed the time by staring out the window, reading a volume of Dark Horse's Concrete and snacking on tasty fruit. Arriving at Flinders St, I wandered around until inevitably finding my way out of the rat-maze like station.

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Classic Comic-book Review. Kraven's Last Hunt

"Here lies Spider-Man - Slain by the Hunter" So reads the grave of one of histories greatest superheros. "But he's not dead, is he? What happened to everyone's favourite web-slinger? Spidey seems to be alive and well now, what with his three movie deal and a string of monthly Marvel comic-book titles to his name, so why was he buried six feet under? The year is 1987. The company is Marvel. The character is Sergei Kravinov also known as 'Kraven the Hunter.' Back in the 60's Stan and Steve (Lee and Ditko, respectively) churned out a heap of cool villains for the title "Amazing Spider-Man." Doctor Octopus, The Cham

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Joel pic for sammy poems Out Toxication Part 1. (More of Sammy's poems)

I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours.

Tue, 18 October 2005

Sammy by: Hillelman

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I guess Joel, or someone, will have to send me another image if I'm going to keep posting these things! Anway, these are some of my poems from a collection I call "Out Toxication". This would be the first part from it, there are actually 5 parts in total. Some people actually did ask to read these, so thanks very much and I hope you dig them.


I've got a rose known by another name,
But her thorns still cut as deep.
You were with me every night,
I only saw you when I fell asleep.

Now I'm wide awake,
I can't seem to find you anywhere.
How much should I take?
Such loneliness, she leaves me bear.

Kept yourself from me,
Distant and blinding as the sun.
Set on my horizon now
Make our worlds meet as one.

Just want to get her here with me.
And put us together, as we should be.

Seek her approval, as I seek enlightenment.
You are all I searched for, wherever I went.

Found you as a rose known by another name,
Whose thorns all guard so fierce.
I am with you every day,
My flesh worn too thick to pierce.



Come in, take it like fools
And let back out toxication.
Living life by whose rules?
Accepted masturbation.

You might think of it as funny,
As, for me, most things are.
Worth more than any money.
Such normal things are bizarre.

These ideas inside your head.
These kinds of love in your heart.
What lives now will next be dead.
You were right from the start.

All eats me up from within,
I puke back out toxication.
Finished before I even begin.
My keenest sense is frustration.

Some consider this to be strange,
I know of few things that are not.
All is yours to build and re-arrange.
You have taken all that you got.

Every situation I have been in
Keep on getting out toxication.
One person's joy is another's sin.
All ends an unknown destination.



My best friend, he is a demon.
I believe he must be straight from hell.
You know he makes me feel so happy,
With the comforting lies he has to tell.

My best friend, he is a dead man,
Who just wants to be alive.
He fills me with his emotions
And I help his cause to thrive.

My best friend and I are strangers,
We haven't once met to this day.
Love and hate keeps us together,
We know each other in every way.

My best friend, he is a killer,
Taking a life means nothing to him.
While I believe that we can make it,
He knows that most chances are slim.


I am laughing at the clowns,
As they fall from the sky,
Like a tear from my eye
And now my whole life is fine.

I am loving for the trees,
That reach way up high
And pick me up so I fly.
This whole wide world is mine.

I am squirming with the worms,
As we dig through the ground,
Into a lost place we've found.
And I am truly happy this way.

I am haunting with the ghosts-
But nobody knows we're around,
Because we don't make a sound.
Bring your toys and we can play.

I am prowling with the wolves,
While we howl at the moon,
Because it leaves way too soon.
This is a truly wonderful place.

I am monkeying around,
With my best friend the baboon,
Who whistles a happy tune.
It is hard to keep a straight face.


All the colour I can't describe,
All the sound I can't explain.
Instilled in me this glorious vibe.
Feeling from heart and soul and brain.

Released from the cage,
Now all chains I sever.
Set myself fully free,
A while to experience all bliss.
To have lived it just once
Is to have existed forever.
It remains as everything.
There's no equivalent to this.



Ripped it apart at the seams.
Nothing I know is what it seems.
Love of my life now only dreams.
You ripped me apart at the seams.

No explanation. No longer any reason why.
Alone and hopeless. Nothing but a name.
Without the phoenix, the dragon can't fly,
For they were always one and the same.

Ripped it apart at the seams.
Left me with no in betweens.
Only these drastic extremes.
All ripped me apart at the seams.



Could have been my brother,
But I never caught his name.
Couldn't have been more different,
We acted exactly the same.

Didn't know anybody,
Still trying to learn myself.
Didn't expect any favours,
Left me alone on my shelf.

Never tried to remember,
Some things are hard to forget.
Never cried for no reason.
No such thing as a safe bet.

Don't offer me your judgement,
The rules they still aren't clear.
Don't put my head in the clouds,
They only drift and disappear.

I can't carry your load now,
For my back has grown weak.
I can't hear what you're saying,
If you don't let me speak.

Could have been my brother,
But I never caught his name.
When we looked at each other,
We saw someone to blame.


The sword that kills is the same one that saves.
A man can't be changed, just the way he behaves.

Some have said what will make the man,
I change my clothes as often as I can.
I'm starting to run right out of room,
Nowhere to keep all of these costumes.

Which character should I be?
I don't play them. They play me.
I must live and die by my sword.
My condemnation is my reward.

No amount of clothes can cover me,
I'll stand here naked for all to see.
Studying for my latest part.
Perfect practice for my art.

My sword is double edged and cuts both ways.
Man won't be changed; just the roles he plays.


Deep within you I smile.
Like to stay for a while.

Again at last we are connected.
Even better than was expected.

Only one way right to be now.
You show me, I'll show you how.

Speak from your lips while they're silent,
Using each kiss to say all you ever meant.

With those soft hands you can hold me,
Happily in the only place I want to be.

The warmth captures me and envelops you.
No barriers remain for us to pass through.

All our senses, tangled in one delight,
Impossible pleasure and no need to fight.

Deep within you I smile.
Like to stay for a while.


Apple core

Does this tree I've grown bear invisible fruit?
Could it be that its taste simply doesn't suit?

Will it all be deciphered as a code?
Or ignored and left to rot and erode?

Is it an insubordinate outpouring of raving lunacy?
Or the exposure of such things no one wants to see?

Has the sincerity that tore my heart like a hook,
Amused you quite enough to earn a second look?


Just being there ain't enough, man.
Yeah, I'm calling your bluff, man.
You're big and you are tough, man,
But just being there ain't enough man.

There's something else here for you,
Isn't even trying to ignore you.
I'm really sorry if I bore you,
But something else is here for you.

Well I'll give it, if you can take it.
It is all for real, I do not fake it.
It's just as good as you can make it
And I will give it, if you can take it.

Why on earth must you deny it?
You might like it, if you try it.
You can earn it, but not buy it.
Just stop trying to deny it.


Have you come here to save me?
As I may have been sent to kill.
For my well has grown empty
And your blood, it must spill.

Then fill me up completely,
Fill me up right and fully true.
As slowly you will become me,
In turn I shall also become you.

This love of ours now is infinite,
Such as all time, such as space.
You and I now both have ended,
As we since have taken our place.

No time to explain
What you learn from your pain.
Just take your place,
Here under your face.

And don't attempt to speak to me,
About whatever may or may not be
Or expect for me to show,
Anything you don't want to know.

All of the things you should see,
Are no better and no worse than me.
So when push comes to shove,
Might you look to the sky above?

See those stars where angels fly,
Shine equally bright for you and I.
Nothing given to, or taken from, me
Ever came without some type of fee.
Because we all have to pay
For everything in some way.

So now just travel with time
Whithout a reason or a rhyme.
Those tests we will receive and send-
All shall be passed by the final end.


Golden unicorn gone flying.
Ancient demons were crying.
Nobody was even trying
To somehow understand,
Or lend their helping hand.

I knew mister work of art,
Lived his life all from the heart.
I knew that he wouldn't last for long,
Creativity always proves too strong.

Princess' eyes were stunning.
So insidious and cunning;
Were the forces no one knew
They're all a part of me and you.

Little drummer boy was playing.
Christmas trees were swaying.
Nobody knows what they're saying.
When we listen to our own words,
It all sounds completely absurd.

Sweet Angel. 3rd Story

Sweet angel of mercy, where are you now?
I so need to see you, please show me how.

Dear angel won't you sing me that sweet song of yours?
I am trapped in this room, without windows or doors.

Sweet angel can you offer all of your comfort to me?
My eyes are wide open, but all is darkness they see.

Sweet angel, please wrap me in your warm loving embrace.
I'm stuck to feel like a skeleton, with no skin and no face.

Sweet angel, might you kiss me, the way no one else could?
Nothing else is going to save me, nothing else is any good.

Lift me up my sweet angel and fly me to heaven with you.
Help me know what I'm doing, before my time is through.


Quietly wept a tree outside my window,
It thought it was Jesus being crucified.
Fascinated I watched it,
Wondering if, like me, it had tried...

To be many other things,
Only to realise
it was living just one more lie.
Looked to be crowned with thorns
and slowly it bled.
Maybe wanted, with dignity, to die.

I think I fell in love with that tree,
For it reminded of a girl who I once knew.
Happy together we should have been,
But none of the stories we told were true.

Twisted branches reaching out,
Trying hard to touch what's seemingly untouchable.
I watched, dreaming of regaining my grip,
On something that never could be clutched at all.


Waiting and hoping, there I go-
Disappearing slowly into her head.
At last I'm alive and finally set free
Throughout those words she said.

Could've easily caught me,
Inside her open, tender hands.
Instead let me drift 'round her,
Until I can meet all her demands.

Fixed broken waves, now flowing freely,
Just as my thoughts would like to be.
Choked on the delight of her scent,
Until her breath revived the life in me.

Spinning, I see no reason to stop,
As no reason was given to begin.
All senses made into perfection,
From the soft feeling of her skin.


The steps I take are losing their spring.
Self-esteem lower than the lowest thing.
Sitting at the bottom of a deep, dark pit.
Feels more familiar than I'd like to admit.

These fork-tongued talkers; can't follow a thing they say.
Just smile, nod my hazy head and continue on my way.

Feet are growing crooked, now I walk in a tangled stride.
Keep seeing signs of beauty, all daring me to come inside.

Met a sinner and a saint; both shared the exact same face.
Stood before me with open arms, offering a fond embrace.

Now I move forwards in my backward shoes,
It took so much effort only again to lose.

These streets are vacant, I am travelling down,
I feel all too welcome here in this ghost town.

It appears my laces have become untied,
Used to be knotted as how I feel inside.
I'll take my time to do them back up once more.
This time pull 'em a little tighter than before.


What I'm trying to find
Is just a state of my mind.
Where there's some solitude,
For my ever changing mood.

A safe place where I can keep,
All of my nothing in a heap.
Everything that I want from you,
It depends on your point of view.

So if you extend me the value of your time,
I might provide you with a reasonable rhyme.
Would you like some of my deep romance?
Or to get something from out of my pants?

Nothing quite like a change of scene,
To remind me of just where I've been
The louder it gets the less I can hear.
Windscreen wipers make my vision clear.

Now I'm right back to where I was.
Because it is, it is just because.

by: Hillelman

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