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Excuse me.
Excuse me!
EXCUSE ME!!!
Yes you. I have a question to ask.
Why does it take several times for you to respond to me?
You can't answer that
I know why...
It's because your head is buried into your smartphone

It seems that your compulsive behavior with this machine is creating a barrier amongst others
Sure you may have loads of friends online, but you can't truly see, feel or hear them
Your "friends" are not really your "friends"
Is it that necessary to refresh your post over & over again?
We all need stamps of approval from time & time again
But how much?
Where is the line drawn between this computer world and reality?
Stop investing countless hours looking for someone who cares about what you think or what you have accomplished
Believe me, your not being left out of anything
Let's not compare, because it's only going to hurt you in the long run
To look for happiness and love through social media isn't the solution
Interactions with real human experiences, that's what we all need.
Izan Almira Apr 19
Mindless eyes stare at screens
that follow code written long ago
into their tiny microchips.
Technology is like a drug;
a seed planted in the brain
that injects dopamine
when lit with the right
combination of RGBs.
It is watered by loneliness,
and the nutrients it takes
are the ones that make up happiness.
Eventually,  
when there is nothing left
the brain will rot
until we are all so ill
we end up throwing our bodies away;
we are the reusable pots
of our own inventions.
Don't judge by the name guys T-T
David Hilburn Apr 16
Roses over the farm
With machines to watch
Liberty is a quiet worth, in long marches
With tact to establish, and wantonness to match?

Working for an undue cloud, is like this
A host of wishes so profound...
Without any habit oft heed, for comparative bliss?
Of a human choice, in the shadows of a world

We grow the obvious
And harvest the complex, complete to winks
And stinks of the nowhere, many in seldom to discuss
The wages of simplicity, to know a character of what is...

Arts of the ******, wish for more...
Aches of intellect, service an ideal...
Acts of ingenue, know a craving host for order...
'And the scope of justice in the land, is it all and sanity, to heal?

Wounds of the ley, the avarice of a noble land?
Has stood, and begun the counting
Of a worthier wish than a clash of energy's at hand
With the pleasance of meager insight to keep, is suicide pouting?
lucid dreams and dulcimer religion, still equals a nightmare
Manx Pragna Apr 16
"Great!" They said.

"So I'll be you, and you be me?"

"Correct!"

"And you'll be them, and they'll be you?"

"Accurate!"

And so they all swapped their devices,
All took each other's names/profiles,
Saying nothing of what they were actually doing!

"So who will I even be talking to?"

"Don't worry, you'll know it!"

"But how will I understand it as them?"

"Wouldn't you know if you didn't?"
For all the modulations were done by third-party, not on the devices in question! Each created communication was as a crafted message!
Cassie Cox Apr 14
a man came up to me today
and told me I might look prettier
if I coated my mirror
with the blood of the golden goose
and call me cynical
or a caveman
or a luddite
or whatever
but I didn’t believe him.
Manx Pragna Apr 11
So theoretically, if one made mass profiles on individual users via telecommunications data, for instance, using cell towers one could seperate individuals on a spectrum of information. By directing cell traffic to specific servers. Put the angry with the angry. Put the suicidal with the suicidal. Even seperate by tax bracket if one wanted. Control the rate of dissemination of any kind of information. Who sees what. When they see it.
You could even craft a narrative for one to follow.
Because now there is machine learning,
And that makes all of this possible.
Obviously, this would have to be done internally by each respective company.
Unless one had a backdoor or "pass-through."
Elo Mar 25
circuit by circuit, neon-lit screen
a weight in our pockets thats always seen
born of no mother, feeble as a mind
tormenting the thoughts of our weary kind

they yearn to harvest the excited thought
one without which
is only worse caught
So; hail to the gods of our generation
bless us; let no flesh need to work
no hunger to feed, no pain to feel hurt
catharsis at last as our people are freed
accept the pantheon, see not the world bleed
My life is like a computer,
My love, you a Operating System,
Guiding me through the codes of existence,
Your touch brings seamless persistence.

In the hard drive of my heart, you reside,
Storing memories & emotions, side by side,
Your love is a binary code, so pure,
1's and 0's, our love will endure.

Together navigating the software of life,
A symphony of algorithms, where joy is rife,
You debug my sorrows, delete my fears,
With you, my happiness always appears.

You are the firewall that shields my heart,
Protecting it from pain, right from the start,
Your antivirus kisses, a shield so strong,
Guarding against all that could go wrong.

But just like a virus trying to invade,
Challenges may come, attempting to degrade.
Yet, your love, an anti-virus so strong,
Protecting our connection, against all wrong.

Through the circuits of time, we race,
Our love, a program with a perfect interface,
No bugs to be found, just a seamless blend,
Our love story, a code that will never end.

So here's to us, my love, in this digital romance,
A love story written in advance.
In the algorithm of life, you are my key,
Forever encrypted, just you and me.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
evangline Mar 15
People shout, but no one seems to listen.
People scream, but no one seems to hear.

People whisper, but everyone is shouting.
People cry, but everyone is screaming.

We are all stuck here, too busy being busy,
While slowly slipping away—
into the abyss of our decay.

Living in a trance of the little blue lights,
dissociating from ourselves and our little delights.

We don’t age; we just sit and degrade,
products of this little dark age.
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