it's almost become a standard... in making the internet
  a bit like the choice of television
channels in the early 90s...
      bbc 1, bbc 2... i.t.v....
  and then there's the alt. that's channel 4...
channel 5 comes later, but
     i don't even watch that crap...
i've reached the point where the social
aspect of the internet doesn't exist...
it's literally one-dimensional...
  and then comes the "real" life bits
that people using the internet concern
themselves over...
         ******... i walk to the bank and
do my banking with a real-life: human
interface...
   i didn't ask for an interest-free
            overdraft... but since my student
days when it stood at two-thousand quid...
mine still stand at: five-hundred quid
         interest free...
                   what am i going to do with that
allowance? buy a scooter and deliver pizzas?!
  i watch these youtube videos
and their twitter stories and i'm like:
huh?!
          i don't get it!
                       did these people pull out these
stories of "apartheid" out from their *****?
  juicy **** stories?
                 i had to invent my own "m.t.v." /
m.c.p. (music computer network... lgbtqrsia...
    you're missing a few letters to join
it to the alphabet... but i guess that's how
acronyms work: music - computer...
and then the network bit is like: hello! i'm here!
hello!)
              it's not even about being socially
uneasy... globalisation created these large distances...
last time i had a pint with someone i knew:
i walked about 5 miles to the destination...
last time i was in the high-street i realised:
i'm actually not going to buy anything from these
shops... maybe a pair of headphones for
under two quid and a bottle of water...
           oh that famous saying: in the "real" world...
what, like internet banking and russian thieves
hacking your accounts isn't the "real" world?
              amazon.com / .co.uk isn't the new
   highstreet shop?!
                      too much ******* matrix analogy!
i can't stand it... i'm taking a **** 3 times a day:
first the chocolate... and then:
                           foo! a ******* geyser of ****...
                   i swear i just drank two cups of milk
and i'm thinking: an intolerance to lactose?
          have i drank a chocolate milkshake in
the past five hours?
            no... but i swear to god my **** feels like
i just rubbed chilli powder into it...
               strange how the internet can become
so constrictive, that you're almost hugging a boa snake...
           and the feeling it mutual...
brick walls become all the more fascinating...
once you read a news review article about
    free speech... it's like: now i really don't think
like talking...
                         i know i'm writing in a public
sphere and i might be considered as: a wocal vorrior
      in publishing it... but where i'm writing...
it's just "raindrop" tapping shrouded in
earphones of music blazing...
          a bit like talking when in bed with someone
and the rain just taps the tin roof...
                         i.e. for those yet to be born;
it might come in handy, some day.
            but the internet has shrunk for me, it's not
even as expansive as it deems itself to be...
          most of the time it just feels like
daytime t.v., how the hell did that happen
is probably the same reason as to why television
is what it is... poland won 2 - 1 against
monte*****... i think my fascination with
the internet declined to a few pages after hearing
about language being so restrictive...
           surely it would have been easier to be
illiterate and having the full capacity of the body
being exercised to a job, rather than having an ill mind
and having to succumb to the gym, and exercise...
now i'm scratching my nose going: nod nod... aha.
i really have allowed myself the "luxury" of
recreating the television... most of the time it's
hellopoetry           facebook (4 friends, used to be over 200...
deleted them myself), i called twitter: twatter...
      had a post here and there, never became engaged
to stage a fright! akin to being deleted...
wikipedia...
                       youtube...
         oh and certainly dictionary.com for etymological
reasons...
                               sometimes amazon.co.uk
if i want to buy a book or a c.d. -
          otherwise?
                                  the point of a fraction 1/10 of
an iceberg being seen... and 9/10 being unseen...
and that's without the deep web...
then it's more like 1/100 and 9/100, and the 90/100
     i'm thinking: covert army plans?
          it's an attempt to recreate the television (i think);
evidently it might, but it probably won't work...
i just hear stories about the 20th century decades
when television first came about,
and 1 person owned a television on the whole
street, and people who didn't have one
used to congregate...
               usually during news and football
matches... then everyone had one...
                      which translated into ageing people
having conversations in the supermarket check-outs...
both men and women (it isn't just the women)...
                        me? i'm talking to a blank canvas...
if writing could be (remotely) compared to painting:
   it wouldn't be treated as either: prompt for
conversation... or equivalent to a comment section...
i guess bypassing any publishing deals does that
to writing, as in: aww... you lonely?
                   ****! i'm drinking and i don't know
whether i have diarrhoea or that i'm constipated!
      it's almost both!
                 i can "talk", the reason being:
    i'm writing from the outskirts of London,
and you (e.g.) live in San Diego...
                                   it's not lazy or anti-social or:
ooh i'm scared to leave the house scenario...
                            what is... is... what isn't... was...
there's no chance going back to the 20th century.