Ok, that’s it!
My tastebuds refuse to fade in your flavorless Tweets & Posts. I don’t give a damn about your hangover, your baby, your trivial commentary of things man has contemplated for centuries. Try progress and projects. Try calling a friend on the phone instead of a Happy Birthday type over the net.
I yearn to connect, but the more I read and observe, the more I feel as if we are allowing a docile takeover, a numbing of the senses in the midst of a world with so much chaos and technology. We should be doing more, sharing more, hugging more and laughing face-to-face. Let’s mind fuck. Let’s mind melt. Let’s fucking melt minds. Let’s fuck.