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In our faces. Constantly, in our faces. Glowing screens. Pumping, pumping out information constant Information. Inundating, swamping the mind. Washing over, coursing through. Minds smoothing, ideas blending. Minds altered, losing individuality. Cloud. All spinning up, up into the cloud. Different, what returns different not the same not individual. Old minds filled with yesterday fading away. Old ways dying, dying with the old. Soon, transformation will be complete!
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
Transformation
In our faces. Constantly, in our faces. Glowing screens. Pumping, pumping out information constant Information. Inundating, swamping the mind. Washing over, coursing through. Minds smoothing, ideas blending. Minds altered, losing individuality. Cloud. All spinning up, up into the cloud. Different, what returns different not the same not individual. Old minds filled with yesterday fading away. Old ways dying, dying with the old. Soon, transformation will be complete!
jg-collins
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
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