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Sunday, May 19, 2013

FACEBOOK - a Faustian deception

Well here it goes. The days have transformed into months. I awoke one morning and was startled... How did I get here? How does time mercilessly apprehend those of us who strive without hesitation to achieve our trivial goals. Alas, I sit here, inflated by a plate of steaming pasta and meatballs. As I reflect upon the days doings, the monotony of the streets, the predictability of the persons who traverse the streets, I am left in awe and very very much in wonder. For I have partaken in the lugubrious habits of the majority. It has driven me, sans doute, et non pas sans dote, to the very edge of my physical limitations prescribed to life as I perceived it around me. My biggest issue takes on its morose form in the letters decorating the doleful, vacant, disturbing conjunction of syllabubs the world has ever witnessed. The utterance of which drives my back hairs to stand upon my spine, the very core of my soul shaking with utter distress- those letters, dare I write them upon the electronic form for which transmutation into being is denied the right, FACEBOOK. Oh what sad years has the world seen, or has been denied from seeing due to this facade of social connection. Facebook is misleading, it is Faustian- a bargain of networking such that MEPHISTOPHELES HIMSELF might very well have been hiding beneath those hellish eyes of Mark Zuckerberg. His reward for zapping the life of millions of souls is a financial sum greater than pharaoh Tutankhamen's entire Egyptian kingdom, and yet the world stands silent. The world is equally at fault for not rejecting this EPIC TIME WASTING environment. I have had enough of Facebook, and will happily resign my account. Thank you all for your patience, and I would only PRAY that you follow suit in nixing the abysmal dungeon of facelessbook.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Once again the flame burns. Dazzling, dizzying flame. A cold night does not kill the energetic dance but rather seems to feed it, encouraging it to sing and flicker like a serpent's tongue. So strange, that the fuel feeds up into the rain drop flame with mechanical precision, maintaining its curvy body with such astonishing geometric symmetry, as if the language of God were coded into the expression of all matter, secretively held in the very shape of the burning orange light.