We are a nation of immigrant mutts
mutated by instant entertainment,
the faceless muddled by Facebook,
***** tricked down by twitter,
**** MySpace what we need is
our space.
A place better left for tomorrow, if the sun itself doesn't fall in our laps, just to show us what it means to burn.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
We are a nation of immigrant mutts
mutated by instant entertainment,
the faceless muddled by Facebook,
***** tricked down by twitter,
**** MySpace what we need is
our space.
A place better left for tomorrow, if the sun itself doesn't fall in our laps, just to show us what it means to burn.
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