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Shout into the void and your words will become binary code. Stay on this screen for a minute and wait for the picture to load. It’s a picture of dystopia. 280 characters give us the power to create or to destroy. Short, angry blasts are our Orwellian lingua franca with the virtual hoi polloi. Threads that were for weaving and sewing are now for lacing into those who disagree, and sowing seeds of doubt and anger to incite a riot behind you. There is only one mind on this site, there is only one thought. It’s about “like” at first sight, and not about love, like we’re taught. Do you see it? Is it clear? We have become our words. It’s difficult to admit, but we should leave the tweeting to the birds.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
For the Birds
Shout into the void and your words will become binary code. Stay on this screen for a minute and wait for the picture to load. It’s a picture of dystopia. 280 characters give us the power to create or to destroy. Short, angry blasts are our Orwellian lingua franca with the virtual hoi polloi. Threads that were for weaving and sewing are now for lacing into those who disagree, and sowing seeds of doubt and anger to incite a riot behind you. There is only one mind on this site, there is only one thought. It’s about “like” at first sight, and not about love, like we’re taught. Do you see it? Is it clear? We have become our words. It’s difficult to admit, but we should leave the tweeting to the birds.
MonicaEileen
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
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