Truth, information dissemination, collaboration.
Free exchange of art,
without paying greedy producers, and publishers.
Unifying love motivated people,
aiding in support group organization.

The internet isn't only for ****, shopping,
and distracting us from the truth.

And no amount of **** site redirects, war game adware,
and celebrity secrets popups will conceal the truth forever.


No amount

The Washington Post* Asphyxiates Itself

“Democracy Dies in Darkness,” you say –
But your arguments die under your popups, okay?

let’s pretend life never ends
let’s pretend we’re free
let’s pretend we’re more than the fungus we resemble
we’ve got to **** down all the vile protein—
smelly warlords, 9-5, gangsta rap—
our brief stay in this fleabag hotel earth
where checkout time is way too soon—
popups, ***** and praying for mercy—
we must plug into any available outlet
and hope it’s not reverse polarity

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rockets and popups
free delivery

It's all becoming more and more like a fever dream...
Politicians are drinking tea, laughing maniacally with their shredded top hats, the rabbit; and Alice.
The true face of it all is getting clearer and clearer.

How long has it been like this?

And why now—as though desperately clinging onto the last seconds of history—give up the act and blatantly share what we thought could indeed be true before? Or do they know what you and I both know: that people have become so numb that you don't have to hire great actors. No, you hire a clown because spanning attention is as hard as it gets;
In a world where our phones flash us popups and death
Everyday
And every hour
Every hour every second
Every second is too long
Because my attention span can't... ugh
There's something wrong I...
Just wanted to watch this video of a cat
And now I'm shoved against a fence by a robot with a bat
Who silences violence with the law on his shoe
Roses are red