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were all absent from our present lives.
this moment with this screen..the screen is your lover you dont have to love...
it is not the real
the real caresses my pillows made of walking.
With the real
the heal taps first and the rest of the foot obediently swings along....as the limbs
enjoy the knowledge of movement...on couches called sneekers. And my couches love to be in the dirt the most...like a jordans furnicher comercial...my couch sneekers spit dirt behind me in the fens when i ran this morning....the sun was more alive than i was. But this black and white screen is not a run in the fens.
Revolting nostalgia of a day well enjoyed in the sunlight seen through closed eyelids... eyelids do not know one another...they have never met...the slop that seperates them sighs at their ignorance. Anticipating the erutiive sneeze to come soon. Your face is a difficult landscape to travel let alone forget. I suppose i can say that i know im am here...with my hands on this thing i feel no emotions for besides guilt at what its taken from me...its worth having toys like this; i can talk(type) to an old freind whom i care for deeply as a consolation....Computers are not Bad the same as Rocks are not bad. Computers just are. But they are not a human mind or limb ...yet. I love that i can use the tool to critisize it. Hypocracy is a walk in the fens.
this moment with this screen..the screen is your lover you dont have to love...
it is not the real
the real caresses my pillows made of walking.
With the real
the heal taps first and the rest of the foot obediently swings along....as the limbs
enjoy the knowledge of movement...on couches called sneekers. And my couches love to be in the dirt the most...like a jordans furnicher comercial...my couch sneekers spit dirt behind me in the fens when i ran this morning....the sun was more alive than i was. But this black and white screen is not a run in the fens.
Revolting nostalgia of a day well enjoyed in the sunlight seen through closed eyelids... eyelids do not know one another...they have never met...the slop that seperates them sighs at their ignorance. Anticipating the erutiive sneeze to come soon. Your face is a difficult landscape to travel let alone forget. I suppose i can say that i know im am here...with my hands on this thing i feel no emotions for besides guilt at what its taken from me...its worth having toys like this; i can talk(type) to an old freind whom i care for deeply as a consolation....Computers are not Bad the same as Rocks are not bad. Computers just are. But they are not a human mind or limb ...yet. I love that i can use the tool to critisize it. Hypocracy is a walk in the fens.