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Array ( [sid] => 166810 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Something To Blog About [time] => 2011-07-19 01:36:23 [hometext] => [bodytext] => This idol that sits before me,
It takes my every word,
and sets it on an endless stream.

It keeps me informed like an educated slave,
able to watch and discuss bondage.
Able to read but unwilling to go through all those fine little details.
Endless pages of filth and opinions,
endless pages of confusion...
I sit and stare everyday.

It holds me in a demanding tone,
asking me to post, to express, to take picture after picture.
Wasting the days away on digital gardens, and millions in chips.
Hordes of Armchair warriors.
Trolls at every step.
Advertisements telling me that I'm getting older, my partner isn't satisfied enough!
Our bank account isn't full enough,
the Car is so last year.

Take this pill, rub this cream.
Spray this and linger in the essence of my supposed favourite actor.
Smells like bourbon and attention.
Be all that I can be! wait that's the army... well sure why not.
Be all that they tell me to be.

I have no one to blame for my affection,
my deflection from reality.
I sought it as a child, simple motherboards and screens.
As it grew I watched with wonder,
as it enslaved me.
I worked for it, lusted to surf it.
now i sit looking, seeking something new.
Sketching fox news for a hint of truth.

I must get away from it.
Am I addicted?
Am I Trapped behind this keyboards and screen forever?!!
I think I need to take a five.
Maybe a couple minute walk,
it will give me something to blog about.
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Something To Blog About

Contributed by lostrelic on Tuesday, 19th July 2011 @ 01:36:23 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract



This idol that sits before me,
It takes my every word,
and sets it on an endless stream.

It keeps me informed like an educated slave,
able to watch and discuss bondage.
Able to read but unwilling to go through all those fine little details.
Endless pages of filth and opinions,
endless pages of confusion...
I sit and stare everyday.

It holds me in a demanding tone,
asking me to post, to express, to take picture after picture.
Wasting the days away on digital gardens, and millions in chips.
Hordes of Armchair warriors.
Trolls at every step.
Advertisements telling me that I'm getting older, my partner isn't satisfied enough!
Our bank account isn't full enough,
the Car is so last year.

Take this pill, rub this cream.
Spray this and linger in the essence of my supposed favourite actor.
Smells like bourbon and attention.
Be all that I can be! wait that's the army... well sure why not.
Be all that they tell me to be.

I have no one to blame for my affection,
my deflection from reality.
I sought it as a child, simple motherboards and screens.
As it grew I watched with wonder,
as it enslaved me.
I worked for it, lusted to surf it.
now i sit looking, seeking something new.
Sketching fox news for a hint of truth.

I must get away from it.
Am I addicted?
Am I Trapped behind this keyboards and screen forever?!!
I think I need to take a five.
Maybe a couple minute walk,
it will give me something to blog about.




Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2011-07-19 01:36:23]
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Re: Something To Blog About (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 19th July 2011 @ 01:49:34 AM AEST
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Well friend,
You got this one right to a t.
Great writing as always.
bigg huggs,
emy


Re: Something To Blog About (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Tuesday, 19th July 2011 @ 09:21:43 AM AEST
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I got an image of you suckling at the Motherboard! LOL! Well done. A little wordy for me...but I'm known for less.


ming


Re: Something To Blog About (User Rating: 1 )
by UNORTHODOX on Tuesday, 19th July 2011 @ 01:56:54 PM AEST
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Wise heads shall prevail, a wonderful insight
on a subject that should be first and foremost
adressed for only through admitting that something is,
can it be resolved.I admire this passage because
I couldn't have said it better myself
witty, keen, and true
well done

-UNORTHODOX




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