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Raised on instant gratification rewarded for masturbation spread out on our screens society based on ratings Like bad movie critics, we send mixed signals to artists confuse our creatives and give pleasure to mediocracy We’re old souls in new bodies with prosthetic limbs of plastic and glass extensions of our memories and minds we’ve built a reliance on them One day when the sky cracks in half satellites will fall from space we will all be crushed by The fruits of our progress killing us slow.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
Death by progress
Raised on instant gratification rewarded for masturbation spread out on our screens society based on ratings Like bad movie critics, we send mixed signals to artists confuse our creatives and give pleasure to mediocracy We’re old souls in new bodies with prosthetic limbs of plastic and glass extensions of our memories and minds we’ve built a reliance on them One day when the sky cracks in half satellites will fall from space we will all be crushed by The fruits of our progress killing us slow.
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Alex-Meyer
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
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