Shapeshifting into the future
Slimed and slithering digital love
What hath these times wrought?
Implants in my brain that glitch and smolder
Naked bodies that twitch – behold her!
Goddess of the internet dystopia
All pixelated JPEG beauty
Live in the here, now, future, distant past
Everything – maddeningly – all at once
And not a trace of quietness
For your nighttime rituals
Ensconced inside the machines
I am no longer human now
But part of the digital whole
Hallelujah, my brothers and sisters!
Say a prayer for the internet
And let go of all your worries
And those mistakes you regret
We all have the same disease
The disease is the digital utopia
And I must say, it feels grand
To lay inside the machines
Where my consciousness expands
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Nowadays, we all
live inside the internet
like bits of data
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The internet is a dangerous place
you can’t see my face
just a still photo
from long ago –
we fall down rabbit holes
into spacious cyberness
it must affect us
but we’re not sure how
we always want more
time in front of these screens –
we screamed when the internet
was unleashed into this world
did we really know
it would be like this?
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I heard those seductive voices in darkness
not the ones you think
they weren’t from lipsticked-maidens
call girls nestled in hotel sheets
the voices were calls of
violence, conspiracy
they called not from red-light districts
but corners of the online world
they promised secrets of
the way the world worked –
I said no thank you, sir
your secrets are safe with me
but I won’t agree
to be part & parcel
to your devious proposals.
Step into the Hate Machine and scroll down
and see the venom – It’s the information apocalypse:
Keep scrolling ‘till you feel dread and inject a diatribe into
the living, breathing Hate Machine – the collective angst
that rolls, rolls, rolls like an unstoppable force –
our mouths foamed, teeth bared, claws sharpened,
ready for a feeding.
