Pssh! Shemales!

First, there were lesbians
And the fetish was unsatisfied desires;
The men didn't hate it and could relate
The women, well, many did try it
But I can't really say they paid for it.

Then came gays-
Deviant in many ways,
A little celebrated, a little celibate
But mostly, stray means of marrying into power,
And a consolation for those misplaced souls
Sent off to distant monasteries
To corrupt the gullible.

Ah! Open the door to the ultimate mutants!
Having allowed Kurzweil to usher in the future,
We are in need of new grammars for this kind of drama-
Because shemales!
The fetish is no more pettyish-
Finally, we find the ultimate woman's envy
Manifested in her man.

The Social Lone & The Lone Elite

Don't you realize how slowly, steadily 

They are turning you all into antisocial, lonely beings?

In the name of making you "social" online!

In crowded streets and sold out movie shows

You'd think everyone cherished the company of others

But lo! You are groomed to be friends with the puppetmasters only!

They are stealthily robbing you all of the ability to crave human company.

A time is coming when you shall surely be alone no more,

Surrounded by unceasing notifications and friend requests

Some directly delivered into your brain's lounge!

Amidst eternally prying cameras and sensors 

Every miniscule detail of your life broadcasted live

But with the most unnerving, heaviest loneliness 

Eating away at your heart and soul

With none but algorithms and pathetic peer slaves in your circles.

But, there shall be a few 

Probably near-extinct minds

Seated somewhere or walking for walking's own sake

Observing, studying, meditating, practicing and

Living the perfect social life - 

Alone physically, but connected to all creation

In total control of their space and time

The monks, the sages, the elite of your near future.

To the wise,

Choose your lone with care

Seek true solitude, 

And you shall discover a mysteriously perfect social life.



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magnificent art concept courtesy of ka-92

Language & The Age

The maids inside of my head won't cease to chatter

They talk about the way I panicked this morning

They talk about the rain not arriving yet

They talk about the shows on cable

They talk about the web

They talk not about me

They talk not about my people

They talk not about the historical debt

They talk not about the fading culture

They talk about an upgrade and the battery warning

Da maids nsyd o mine head wn't taste tru FREEdm

Until they start to take in the world via different words

Until a free tongue they foster and master.

WwwHeN HN is down!

What the HeN!
C-r C-r S-C-r-eam WTF!
Thought 2012 was done! Unbelievable.

"Unplug!"
    Do you hear yourself? See, that's
What it amounts to - for the pathetic spider
In search of a web it's not helping spin.

Despite our decaying memory, we've cached
options though;
   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
   http://c.xkcd.com/random/comic
And we can get all emotional and wreck a tantrum with
   http://www.deviantart.com/random
And thus, we forget Saint Graham
As we bask in the alternate glories of our time!


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awesome art-concept by MateuszKawka

rock

innocence

rebellion

teenage

wishing

school

noise

naive

ego

sex

aged

pride

streets

willing

identity

embrace

parenting

Don't Like Me please, Just come Home

Gather oh fellow prisoners of the great spider,

Listen and don't torment your squeaky mice just yet-

It's not rain, when you can't wait to hear the thunder...

The night I was born still lingers somewhere near that horizon,

But the rain already sounds different on my roof!

I recall that day it rained turkeys at grandma's-

Trust me, it was fun with us sucky little brats embracing her dusty humor!

Everyone I knew did it!

Get sometime and go commune with their distant folk;

Instant didn't matter, and more so spinning little scrolls onto fleeting birds!

If you had to share the gourd or laugh with fellow drunkards, you needn't wear a hoodie!

OK, press FFWD on my cassette

The record says 2013, January 29th;

Bass is the new drum,

And everyone and their dog has a phone in their browser-

Feels like the entire Chinese dynasty lives next door!

Suddenly, everyone hates me!

Everyone attacks my choice of words

Wielding swords of slander inscribed with insignia from Nazi barracks!

I can't draw unicorns in the sand no more-

As everyone comes to the party on 3 horses or more.

So she asks me, "what's with yo dead status?"

I've never updated my virtual self beyond "creating" one,

And none of my folk are my family anymore

Worst of all, I never navigated to nor liked their homes!

There's too much proximity, I can't breathe inside this space no more

And for fear of loosing myself

Am shutting them all out!

All out and even removing their pictures off my prostrate walls.

Oh no! Almost made me draw the Uzi towards that soft tap at my door!

You see, that good ol'farmer across the street still comes over every evening;

We still laugh about scents from his pipe,

And I still love cuddling his little kittens-

140 Characters of Text never gave me this!

And no emoticon ever smiles at me like he does!

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The awesome art from kevinleedrum