Information Super Observations

Information Super Observations

A Poem by Z
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IT Commentary

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These are just a series of information super observations from an internet addict, social networking fanatic, using wikipedia tactics and downloading illegal massive attack records…..


 but hey…. if you don’t like it, don’t worry, I’m just another click through link in your digital mass


 because mass communications and generic digital notes and letters taste like isolation poison, its made up of pixels, fragments, electronic pistols, and middle management… but it tastes so sweet


 it tastes like the ghosts of dead poets that rock my walls painting visual ideas inside me

 but i can’t hear them


because my headphones have become my ears


my phone line has become my eyes


my tears replaced with bloggings


bapitzed in convenience and a sense of belonging


as if I am a walking understudy to my own persona


philosophical back up disk, internet supernova


keystone collector, social network collaborator


one line life updates giving me reasons to forget that the real world really exists


i miss wondering, not knowing,


i miss hoping


because there is hope


there will be hope as long as there is a sun to warm our bodies


there will be hope as long as there are trees for us to sit under


there will be hope as long as there is dirt for us to feel


there will be hope as long as there is sky for us to see and air to breathe

so please


unplug, cut wire, disconnect, log out, drop in, tune out, sever,


and hard wire every part of you to live….. to really just live

© 2010 Z


Author's Note

Z
ignore grammar

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Added on September 27, 2010
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Z

Santa Clarita, CA



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