I am giving up this
inter-webbing
narcissism spreading
social networking
site.
And I’m dedicating time
to the lost art-
a pen and paper.
I will take pictures and post them
on the original wall-
an actual wall.
I will develop and wash and rinse
and size and mat
in the original Photoshop-
a dark room.
And if I like something of yours,
you will know it because
I will tell you,
I will smile,
the original thumbs up.
And when you search my name
and find that I do not have a Facebook
no, I am not dead-
I’m alive.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 2:03 AM UTC
I am giving up this
inter-webbing
narcissism spreading
social networking
site.
And I’m dedicating time
to the lost art-
a pen and paper.
I will take pictures and post them
on the original wall-
an actual wall.
I will develop and wash and rinse
and size and mat
in the original Photoshop-
a dark room.
And if I like something of yours,
you will know it because
I will tell you,
I will smile,
the original thumbs up.
And when you search my name
and find that I do not have a Facebook
no, I am not dead-
I’m alive.
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