"localhost" poems
Where the sun is limited
we stay connected with sympathy
mining for coins, with success imminent
elastic storage for feelings and memories
An almighty spiderweb of neurons
the source of the swarm
of democracy and the public brain
the source of /b/
Hyperlinks to the past and reactive assembly of the future
privacy is not achieved, yet we boast
we forgot in the name of utility
we forgot about localhost
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC