When you lay down
And your phone falls
And literally tackles your face.
I feel as though technology.
Places a point on it side
For us thinking we have controlled
Every advancement.
Its not a coincidence,
Its a slow, groveling battle cry
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
When you lay down
And your phone falls
And literally tackles your face.
I feel as though technology.
Places a point on it side
For us thinking we have controlled
Every advancement.
Its not a coincidence,
Its a slow, groveling battle cry
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