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The "Future Apps" are taking shape don't run, don't hide there's no escape. Moitoring our, whims and flaws. Ranking us as, if we have paws. It's a dog eat dog world (they are, so encoded) most folks don't care until they get old (or their brains go exploded) Code listen-ers hear, as we curse their e-brain, log each syllable in the file - gone insane. We used to walk and run now we sit and tweet (and game and chat) and carress "the mouse" like its a **** (and get dumb and fat).
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
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The "Future Apps" are taking shape don't run, don't hide there's no escape. Moitoring our, whims and flaws. Ranking us as, if we have paws. It's a dog eat dog world (they are, so encoded) most folks don't care until they get old (or their brains go exploded) Code listen-ers hear, as we curse their e-brain, log each syllable in the file - gone insane. We used to walk and run now we sit and tweet (and game and chat) and carress "the mouse" like its a **** (and get dumb and fat).
ken-deford
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
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