The cipher knows what to say He decodes us all of our days Sitting in a dark room eating poisonous mushrooms And remembering a virtue that he lost But he never misplaces the key The one that opens all things And in the place of empathy he has costs and pay outs He smokes a pack a day of lies And tears he never appears to cry But in the blackness of his heart He careens into the white walls of the populace He sees a thousand patterns In place of moral standards And who needs common decency When you leave your window open
digital age kids living in digital age dreams we got the magic to turn rot into dollar signs we are living in our screens we can’t go outside and smell the polluted air without a rectangle in between our fingertips the way you speak words cannot escape your mouth it’s at the tip of your tongue it will never come out you don’t know how to express yourself you don’t even make eye contact with your friend’s mom a friend you only see four times in a year depending on their mood that year old and new people watch your every move they don’t stop and get to know you on a deeper level superficial sentiments is all they know this is what it is to live in a digital age living digital age dreams dreams of wanting attention and never be willing to follow through
an ode to all the kids that interacted more with their phones than real life
It's the closest I've got to a soul. Ever present and when it isn't I'm hollow, desperate to feel its powerful touch, wash over me, connect me to the hive mind, the swirling voice, collective planet, except those with no access.
Yes, it is life blood, cool streams in the desert, a thing so desperately sought.
Optimization that negates authenticity, moronic, trust me. Feed the machine what it wants. Find out its favorite flavors, bitter? sweet? Make sure to provide a constant stream of goodies, savory? saucy? make the links buttery, c-lickable.