an ode to myspace...
(read this in your head as you would listen to a poet spill their heart in a dimly lit coffee house near a bridge inseattle)
what good luck for us angst filled youth that there are computers by which we can plug ourselves into a nice little fake reality and let our lives drift away as we float through cyberspace connected to millions of others just like us, we'd like to think that our little corner of nothing has value and is meaningful to someone other than ourselves, we pretend that we care about someone's insignificant accomplishments so that they will give us a lapse in breath, but like us they are watching the clock until our turn is up. It doesnt matter anyways because the christmas ham goes to the person with the most bells and whistles strapped onto their pathetic life. and its pointless to resist or try to find the lines because we're all trapped in a lie you see, and no matter how different we try to be, we'll always be the same...
the internet is killing me...
what good luck for us angst filled youth that there are computers by which we can plug ourselves into a nice little fake reality and let our lives drift away as we float through cyberspace connected to millions of others just like us, we'd like to think that our little corner of nothing has value and is meaningful to someone other than ourselves, we pretend that we care about someone's insignificant accomplishments so that they will give us a lapse in breath, but like us they are watching the clock until our turn is up. It doesnt matter anyways because the christmas ham goes to the person with the most bells and whistles strapped onto their pathetic life. and its pointless to resist or try to find the lines because we're all trapped in a lie you see, and no matter how different we try to be, we'll always be the same...
the internet is killing me...