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It's funny to find myself doing the things that I do. Today I noticed a new dichotomy of the world that has evolved. The internet. The great Hive Mind. It's taken on a collective memory with all the standard microcosms and casual realities. Living and dying things. Servers. Facilitating all the individual websites of ever-changing material. Evolution and growth. All of this I take part in. Leaving my accumulated memories that can be tapped into by individuals all over the world. We network together with all of the other web browsers and we have life, ladies and gentlemen.
You have the capability to literally create a virtual avatar, a persona, on the internet and people will base you solely on this. A compact miniature of yourself. Packaged up ready to be judged by everyone. It's one step closer to the end of the world I suppose, and in that way I mean that I really don't care about it. Fuck it. I might as well do everything. I feel like I'm selling my soul to internet self-advertisement. I find myself keeping in touch solely on my myspace.com or my fucking fuckbook.com. See. I just did it. Boom. I proved it folks. It is possible to sell your soul anywhere. Even on the internet.
Let's fucking party. Tell your internet friends about me.
You have the capability to literally create a virtual avatar, a persona, on the internet and people will base you solely on this. A compact miniature of yourself. Packaged up ready to be judged by everyone. It's one step closer to the end of the world I suppose, and in that way I mean that I really don't care about it. Fuck it. I might as well do everything. I feel like I'm selling my soul to internet self-advertisement. I find myself keeping in touch solely on my myspace.com or my fucking fuckbook.com. See. I just did it. Boom. I proved it folks. It is possible to sell your soul anywhere. Even on the internet.
Let's fucking party. Tell your internet friends about me.