Love in the iPhone Era is but an illusion on the screen of a wifi connection melting into news, violence and cute puppies in baskets infused with sweet smelling flowers of unbelievable atrocities.
Love on the screen, without touch, heart pangs and contentment, a visual emoji, void of substance.
And we wonder at the world sliding slowly into darkness of violence, evilness and robotic zombiness.
Robots will never know love, joy, grief, true anger and melancholy or loyalty. Nor will their makers who had already sold their souls to the Devil. The one holding the world as hostages of the deepest Freezing Hell, thus ICE was born from there.
But when the Sun comes again at Dawn of the New Era it will easily melt the Ice away back into water lushing up the earth, but will humans survive? Not the robotic minded ones glued to iPhones strewing merde wherever they tread. Only the golden variety of kind hearted fed on soul food and not money. No billionaires will survive having realized the folly of hoarding and the killing of men who are in fact themselves. Yes, even the ones sleeping in the street, smelly and hungry and with gouged eyes are billionaires in disguise. So be wise before it is too late and put aside the iPhone and AI and read some good literature, a poem perhaps to feed your heart and not your brain.
Love on the screen, without touch, heart pangs and contentment, a visual emoji, void of substance.
And we wonder at the world sliding slowly into darkness of violence, evilness and robotic zombiness.
Robots will never know love, joy, grief, true anger and melancholy or loyalty. Nor will their makers who had already sold their souls to the Devil. The one holding the world as hostages of the deepest Freezing Hell, thus ICE was born from there.
But when the Sun comes again at Dawn of the New Era it will easily melt the Ice away back into water lushing up the earth, but will humans survive? Not the robotic minded ones glued to iPhones strewing merde wherever they tread. Only the golden variety of kind hearted fed on soul food and not money. No billionaires will survive having realized the folly of hoarding and the killing of men who are in fact themselves. Yes, even the ones sleeping in the street, smelly and hungry and with gouged eyes are billionaires in disguise. So be wise before it is too late and put aside the iPhone and AI and read some good literature, a poem perhaps to feed your heart and not your brain.
RSS Feed