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Half Life by Ryan P. Kinney Welcome to the digital age. Where man’s best friend is Internet **** And a woman’s only friend is her ******** We’ve traded a heartbeat for an electronic pulse. Blips and bleeps in an imagined humanity. Forgetting that living means leaving the house. And that sandals and boxer shorts are not formal wear. We live in the information age Full disclosure is no longer optional We are sharing information. We are contributing to the death of the self. Or are we finally mastering intelligence? There is an epidemic of inaction Entropied Progress The mobius sloth slides down into its own gluttony And I just want to have *** with someone who is still alive Have you seen the latest episode of Walking Dead or Breaking Bad? Have you looked in the mirror? Reality shows? Who’s reality? We are social creatures And social control is how you keep the pigs in their pen Until it’s time to offer us up as sacrifice at the altar of decadence We willingly give them our intelligence Our spirit For another video game Another TV show That promises a better reality See it all in HD While we dubstep to our doom Up Jacob’s Ladder Built out of the 15 minute prophets Sell me another artificially derived addiction Masquerading as sustenance Trading them like baseball cards Tell me how much I need it Need you Preach it with the fear of the unorthodox on Fox News While everyone’s getting high on your life Televangelist CEOs Sell us the next salvation The anarchists are screaming, “Legalize it.” And the stoners aren’t helping The half-life of modernization guarantees that if enough of our individuality decays There ceases to be anything worth calling human
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
Half Life
Half Life by Ryan P. Kinney Welcome to the digital age. Where man’s best friend is Internet **** And a woman’s only friend is her ******** We’ve traded a heartbeat for an electronic pulse. Blips and bleeps in an imagined humanity. Forgetting that living means leaving the house. And that sandals and boxer shorts are not formal wear. We live in the information age Full disclosure is no longer optional We are sharing information. We are contributing to the death of the self. Or are we finally mastering intelligence? There is an epidemic of inaction Entropied Progress The mobius sloth slides down into its own gluttony And I just want to have *** with someone who is still alive Have you seen the latest episode of Walking Dead or Breaking Bad? Have you looked in the mirror? Reality shows? Who’s reality? We are social creatures And social control is how you keep the pigs in their pen Until it’s time to offer us up as sacrifice at the altar of decadence We willingly give them our intelligence Our spirit For another video game Another TV show That promises a better reality See it all in HD While we dubstep to our doom Up Jacob’s Ladder Built out of the 15 minute prophets Sell me another artificially derived addiction Masquerading as sustenance Trading them like baseball cards Tell me how much I need it Need you Preach it with the fear of the unorthodox on Fox News While everyone’s getting high on your life Televangelist CEOs Sell us the next salvation The anarchists are screaming, “Legalize it.” And the stoners aren’t helping The half-life of modernization guarantees that if enough of our individuality decays There ceases to be anything worth calling human
See also "Analog Man" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xAq6gncIy4
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
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