you know
for all this
tappatappatappatap
i could have
seen you
touched the real you
in fact
it's getting quite
lonely here
all hands
captured in
keystrokes
fingernails scratching
at screen
tappatappatappatap
you in there?
*
*
*
*
give voice to this madness
blow off all your reason
internet paranoia spreading
a growing seed
of loneliness
of complacency
of satisfaction
in the ability to just
d
i
s
c
o
n
n
e
c
t
i don't know
about you but
voices soothe more
than smilies
and laughter has never
translated well as LOL
to me
i have given you
my words here
but you have no
idea what the real
page looks like
the loops of my y's
the impatient half
forgotten dots of i's
the way i pace and
sweat out the
things that matter
hoping
to
ignite
a
spark
of understanding
it is hard to
continue in one
dimension
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solution is?
you tell me
i am
you are
we
connected by
electronic impulse
and mutual need
brought together
by the same technology
which fucks up my bank accounts
which allows for the lay offs of individuals
who can't work as well or as fast
or as smart as a robot
which allows us to feel connected despite
the fact that our hands have never touched
this technology that breeds a false sense
of security
i say fuck it
lets make it pretty
pick up the phone
put pen to paper
drive cross country
to just say hi
take the concept of
Match Chat
and apply it to the
person standing
next to you
you obviously
have something in
common to be in
the same place
at the
same time
like you and me here
but then that has always
been a different story
now hasn't it?
Birth sign: Libra
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