03_SOS Who is Demolishing the Social Networks

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When paparazzi eyesights jump on theBand Wagon of the Social Networks to pilferpictures and Identities at promulgating industry.Too late a sign of infiltrated commercial adsanesthetized by saturated statistics on individualsto reaped off a system however meager inbenefits. Blind to the individual in retrieve, and tothe indicator across the mass, by the decline in asystem confusing participation and that, I experience since the onset of Personal Computerswhich I restored from the cobwebs of the electronic catacombs.

while proper to oneself and moving away with squints over one's shoulder taking intocount of one's wall emersed by messages, and shying-away from the treacherous bad natureof its industrious flooding of one's space.

At heart one's dreams; born to bring to flourishing our hope through friendships by the'LIKE' of a system that's fine as one expects at every occasion the thumbs up. even off

course and hearty intelligent; one tends to accept the pip of a brain behind our display. onscreen streams visual flyers with anecdotes colonizing one's proper wall. No offense so farfrom friends' perpetual littering, rather sustain the growing fever over their lack of an open

Illustrating the band wagon of the SocialNetworks;

in the shadows of a war field of friendat gun point, only good for LIKE's,

the bulldozer fueled for a thriving indugreed brining down to rubble the SociNetworks.


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by the same token, one is intolerable by the sprawling of a remark through the SocialNetworks, when not in tempo with one's intrigue and unique-directional frame of mind. It isby an impression of structure and direction a robotic communication readilyunderstandable since cubic schooling boxed our thinking alike. Which, so unlike 'human,'unpredictable and chubby, bubbly chaotic, wild and animal, windy and light, impulsive andauthentic to the moment spilling remarks from the storm of one's moods. Until, that one

word impairs a friend to discord. A word that from the shadows seems to perpetratemisunderstanding a mischief by the point of a gun to feel the cold barrel pressed in one'sneck.

One isn't ready in quietness of dormant air in the room we occupy facing silentimages slipping down the screen for a claws swipe of words. the torture these words a'friend' inflict, are no more than a drop falling from the ceiling. They are deranging at anunusual moment by the surprise when nothing is moving in the air than one's thoughts. thesplash of a water drop on the keyboard that surprises one's wits by electronic frying out thescreen the fever of the offense spreads through one's body.

the languageof people proximity

auto-regulates toresolve a conflict

before flinching aneye, or the twitch of apupil. One readsopponents before agrimaces becomesfatal, instinctive, agauging mentalistic tool, and gift at birth. however banal the animal interlocutor's skills, thisSixth Sense needn't wait to grasps a fistful of words. One is heir of a motherly bodylanguage, of which learning the written tongue is as abstract as the seat of the school benchis to nature.

In the abstract, one's existence feels ideal afloat in a soap bubble in assimilating areality with a glass bubble impression of driving a car. A seat from where one discern at will,panning out the view while keeping one's emotions cool in one's controlled atmosphere. Astate of autohypnosis, splitting one's personality, no more than thrusting one's view withOuter Body Experience effect through the cycloramic glazing at a spot of the scape tovirtually enter another period in timei. One's existence behind the undulated glazing leaves asenses of indirect involvement, of what happens on the exterior by the degree oftransparency. The bubble becomes a curtain wall which, in broad sunlight reflects a TwoWay Mirrorii effects challenging one's conscious off against its unconsciousness.

In the bright sun, light reflects from the glaze like a scare from the dark interior of the

capsule. Yet, gazing across the circumferential lip of a dashboard

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and driving thatcycloramic glazing with a divided view on the outside world. One bears little attention for thespatial blister bubbling up an atmosphere Unique to our Identity. One doesn't step outside,

ud about my apartment wall;

From a maternal scribble, after allese years I am still intrigue by theage of the posters dabbing a storystering my wall, about my daughter

growing up.


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person which is going to make the difference in one's life. We withdraw from the group andin the aftermath, wishes for the phantasmagoric life to rollover through the next day,stepping into one's screen, seeking that emotion ongoing into perpetuity.

in the abstract the bubble is trundling through time, and one is riding thoughtlessly,while the footwell cup part raking sensitive sensors through the roots of the earth'siv crust.The path one follows disappears through the shade cast by a barrel vault the screen of

change is striking, leaving a flood of sunlight behind. in no time the drastic luminescentchange has dissipated through the deep jungle returning an indirect light balancing andunifying the interior. The glazing has vanished seemingly nonexistence, and brining forth anopen air view, the mood and sense of freedom, and a moment of sanity.

With the fall of the night the haunted friend's shadow reflecting in the glassdisappears in a metamorphosing interior light, taking along a phantasmagoric outside world,while the driver falls prey of a narcissistic hallucination. It is a moment S/He ceased to seek,having found proper and undivided attention at the touch of the glass. liberating a mindcrossing thought, to a transcendent fever. S/He exerted in a silent voice; 'For once.' thinkingto win over the unbearable, in words and pictures on screen, and let out a sick joke to runon the loose. aware S/He transgressed reality, S/He allowed himself to drift by envy to

close a widening fissure in His/Her existence. Which emotional gap targeted at a friendship,supposed to fill a friend S/He perceived no more than a plastic molded Barby doll, robotic,integrated in a senseless world of avatars. At heart the storm is cruel with a convolutedsense of possession confronted by despise. While bearing out a ride churning on avertigoes friendship that no sooner intuitive of the wild dark claws and wide jaws, S/Hehunts down the friend fatally hurt, instead found in the aftermath a domain in derelict.


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i For more details; the symbol of the Atomium as corridors and bubbles of destinyii effect seated behind a screen, challenging our existence, changing dimension by the content to feel smaller

or, larger than reality.iii No to mention the effects of an Hovercraft,iv Elsewhere, the soap bubble effect, that know no matter and zodiacal oasis of one's soul!

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