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Crash through this social media network with teeth soul and sinew.
Suck in the membrane of all the electronic wastes of time and energy and spit them out in a linear series of noughts and ones.
They know that when they left some of them behind it was for a reason and had no real need to re identify with them, the memory of what they were as friends is far more valuable than the unrealised reunion.
Political storm in a teacup. Fakebook, fakebook.
Come over here & watch me talk to myself and all of my personalities all day & night.
The like lustres go fishing, write anything in order to get approval for the hundredth glass of red they've topped up or affirmation that they are really saying something to notice the sun is out, and rather than getting out in it or noticing it fully themselves, they do not live it, mention it on a little screen and stare at it, waiting for the likes to be ticked until they've missed the beautiful suns rays embracing them back to life.
They have a choice to be more free, experience things, & not feel they have to tell everyone everything.
The mystery of likes misconceived, misconstrued.
Until their popularity on Facebook exceeded that in real life, and everything they did reaped the rewards of several 'likes' from all sorts of people known through all their eras and reinventions, then forgotten, then known again in the electronic abstract.
Every future pursuit now geared towards generating the experience purely to present the fact or illusion that they were 'happy' or 'enjoying their lives' and 'exceeding their dreams' as proof was painstakingly composed and, publicly, electronically, chronically, projected.
Some people and times are beautiful memories and thats a good enough thing to be.
The decimation of all natural human relations. The self fulfilling prophecy.
Destroy facebook and the Internet now. We've embraced it long enough. Keeping us all in our homes away from real interactions. Wake up. Wake up!