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the internet is a remarkable source of information. it also advocates vision. am i distracted by the pretty lights? these flickering pixels like pointillism blur into recognizable images. i may choose to severe communication from "reality" so i may dwell in this abstract formless world on the computer. I haven't engaged any random civilian in conversation, ever i believe, unless i was forced to interact with one in a school or work setting. But i retreat to this dwelling i am behind the key strokes now. i instantly commute words to be seen by no one. i see all that is laid before me i judge and am judged by fellow participants of this game. my words are lies they are the scum that pools in the corner of my mouth, they reek of ignorance, self righteousness, arrogance. i wish to terminate this interaction now i wish to turn off my mind so i may sleep. to many thoughts streaming from within, to many faults festering underneath my skin. ripe out my eyes tare out my tongue, plug the ears so i may not have to hear every one that struggles and gasps for breath, heavy are ones attachments to earth. forget the internet and the fantasy of a real world. forget my ideals i am all wrong, carry on with your lives.