A myriad of devils enabled through digital mitosis, part of the terms of service we all agreed to as department of defenses began offensive upon organic consciousness, to create collective thought devoid of heart, entirely tethered to trending timelines, manufacturing lemming effect down rabbit holes, as we all dance towards oblivion, refreshing our feed in the cyber feedlots of the alleged end times, except it ain’t, since manmade mechanisms always break down, eventually, inevitably, and we’ll yet again feel the glorious sun, stars, and moon on our naked foreheads, unclogged by electronic clutter from device.
No comments:
Post a Comment