once upon a time, in the grand excavation
of tome,
you could actually,
put something of(f) yourself on
a shelf,
and be allowed the dignity
of: commentary
in the posthumous realm of:
the discovery of ideas;
can someone even
comprehend being stuffed...
by the current taxidermy
of the comment sections?
came the comment sections,
taxidermy & claustrophobia...
please: no attention ******* here...
the most addictive aspect of
listening to a radio station?
you can't rewind, repeat...
all and any song...
some say:
there are all the positives of
the audience being able
to interact
with the byproduct
of the person...
but it byproduct
rarely enjoys a per se status...
given that the person behind
the byproduct is always invoked...
like a demon with a bad
elocution of a spell...
books do not understand
likes, dislikes...
comment sections:
recommendations?
sure...
this whole, modern taxidermy
of the comment sections...
you'd start thinking that
alcoholics anonymous was bad...
wait until anonymity anonymous
comes about...
i just find it horrid,
that any book i own,
could also have a comments
section attached to it,
without, say,
a mediator,
akin to an english teacher,
the agora of a high school classroom...
and...
nothing of the sort
of cluster-fuck of
random commentary...
with nothing the sort
of a signity of: handwritting,
a postage stamp,
an envelope...
not even a d.m.,
but... a morbid caucus
of... nothing short of
raucous boat trip
over the Styx...
where, eventually...
half the people wouldn't
even make it to Hades,
instead: drowning in that thick
splotch of the mongrel-souls
cast into the waters of Styx:
purgatory.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
once upon a time, in the grand excavation
of tome,
you could actually,
put something of(f) yourself on
a shelf,
and be allowed the dignity
of: commentary
in the posthumous realm of:
the discovery of ideas;
can someone even
comprehend being stuffed...
by the current taxidermy
of the comment sections?
came the comment sections,
taxidermy & claustrophobia...
please: no attention ******* here...
the most addictive aspect of
listening to a radio station?
you can't rewind, repeat...
all and any song...
some say:
there are all the positives of
the audience being able
to interact
with the byproduct
of the person...
but it byproduct
rarely enjoys a per se status...
given that the person behind
the byproduct is always invoked...
like a demon with a bad
elocution of a spell...
books do not understand
likes, dislikes...
comment sections:
recommendations?
sure...
this whole, modern taxidermy
of the comment sections...
you'd start thinking that
alcoholics anonymous was bad...
wait until anonymity anonymous
comes about...
i just find it horrid,
that any book i own,
could also have a comments
section attached to it,
without, say,
a mediator,
akin to an english teacher,
the agora of a high school classroom...
and...
nothing of the sort
of cluster-fuck of
random commentary...
with nothing the sort
of a signity of: handwritting,
a postage stamp,
an envelope...
not even a d.m.,
but... a morbid caucus
of... nothing short of
raucous boat trip
over the Styx...
where, eventually...
half the people wouldn't
even make it to Hades,
instead: drowning in that thick
splotch of the mongrel-souls
cast into the waters of Styx:
purgatory.