Type.
It's affecting everyone. We've lost our voices. Pen scratches are keyboard clicks, papers are word files, and wrists are inkjet.
Our minds are on the internet, on the airwaves, and swerving wildly along the information super highway. Our thoughts are moving at the speed of sound- that is, unless there's a lag.
Our drunk slurs are typos, our laughter is monogramatic, our screams are uppercase. But worst of all, we can't even tell a fucking joke anymore without the fucking winky face. It makes me feel like a retarded person using that fucking semi-colon and closed bracket EVERY single time I am being sarcastic.
God.
I hate the internet age...
It's affecting everyone. We've lost our voices. Pen scratches are keyboard clicks, papers are word files, and wrists are inkjet.
Our minds are on the internet, on the airwaves, and swerving wildly along the information super highway. Our thoughts are moving at the speed of sound- that is, unless there's a lag.
Our drunk slurs are typos, our laughter is monogramatic, our screams are uppercase. But worst of all, we can't even tell a fucking joke anymore without the fucking winky face. It makes me feel like a retarded person using that fucking semi-colon and closed bracket EVERY single time I am being sarcastic.
God.
I hate the internet age...
;)
Sigh.
Lovingly Yours,
-Mader
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