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as we run over the limits of speed and slumber where technology beats tradition hands down and free.... eyes-stuck... heads-bowed.....ears-plugged, fingers walking over screens and oceans between heartbeats tweets stomping like clydesdales over tradition, kicking phone booths, kiosks and cubicles to the curb with todays news prints rendered extinct by noon yesterday if you paused... for the cause of a caffeine boost or to order chinese take-out, you missed 10,000 updates and between styrofoam sips and chopsticks clutching greased chicken strips you play ketchup but catch only white-collar stains and steamed rice grains on your laptop in your haste and compulsive obsession to keep pace with the text-generation when you could've been flipping through the times back in '89 but that would make you a dinosaur ~ P (7/27/2013)
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
The Dinosaur's Lament...
as we run over the limits of speed and slumber where technology beats tradition hands down and free.... eyes-stuck... heads-bowed.....ears-plugged, fingers walking over screens and oceans between heartbeats tweets stomping like clydesdales over tradition, kicking phone booths, kiosks and cubicles to the curb with todays news prints rendered extinct by noon yesterday if you paused... for the cause of a caffeine boost or to order chinese take-out, you missed 10,000 updates and between styrofoam sips and chopsticks clutching greased chicken strips you play ketchup but catch only white-collar stains and steamed rice grains on your laptop in your haste and compulsive obsession to keep pace with the text-generation when you could've been flipping through the times back in '89 but that would make you a dinosaur ~ P (7/27/2013)
james-g-paul-sr-aka-pablo
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
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