Monday, April 2, 2012

An ESC Out

The continuous motion of bombarding my social media with unsocial aspects of everything you claim to be about, go back in time - come back not so empty. You are withering away to pixels and micobytes all on this hunk of fibers and electricity of a membrane, the disappearing act of saving and sending, copying and pasting. PDF my memory, shift control - you cannot get rid of me. Infiltrating like a virus, control alt delete soon will not provide us with, an ESC out.

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