it's not so much the people's intellectual prowess
that's to be criticised; it wasn't there in the first place;
it's their ****** escapades that are to be
a prime concern for the existence of the internet;
i mean, **** on me, i can be voyeuristic if that's
what's expected, but couple that with the former
intention and i'm a brick wall, a blank,
a cognitive yawn... i'm into life represented by
an uninhibited representation of reality,
meaning i find it all the more convenient to not marry;
oh but of course i'd be the abusive husband,
the drunk, the etc. of whatever...
the internet was formerly intended to showcase
the public's intellectual prowess, and since that was as
non-existent as god, their ****** preferences emerged
with the crown... and to be honest, it's a kind
outlet of voyeurism... meaning i can cut-out
the middle man David Attenborough describing
two elephants *******... and subsequently i can
make a fetish out of a female's feeding organs like
i might, and do, imagine that cow sack of *******
or a pair on a Masai tribe's bride, as if that ever required
a fetish... no wonder the insurrection of the Oedipus
complex for the boy... and the Madonna-***** complex
for the girl.