I feel an extreme unbelievable sadness, that the only potential I ever had in life, was within the written word. My joy in life has been devoured by ones and zeros and computer code. To at the point in society, that even if I killed myself, like Poe, like Thomas, Plath, it would be lost on fools who now, are so technologically corrupt to even know who they were, let alone for me to be famous when I was dead.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 10:48:26 +0000
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