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Welcome to facebook

type in your username and log on
the first thing you see is a wall
and there are faces
faces of people who sent you a friend request
faces of people maybe you once knew
who you don't see everyday anymore
or maybe it was a girl or guy you met who you thought was interesting
and you add them hoping to get to know them better
and you see their faces
and you look at them
and you read the things they wrote about themselves
and you judge them
decide wether to discard them
laugh at them
pity them
hate them

or

maybe there is a spark in your eye
this person seems cool.
you send her a message, telling all about yourself
who you really are
the good, the bad, the ugly.
you're really hoping
that she could be someone
who wants you just as much as you want them.
you send it
you feel fucking low
and of course
you don't get a message back
you soon discard the idea of them
your sexual interest
"Fuck you."

and you go back to staring at a wall
you're mad
you're insane
more faces
more faces
more faces
"friends"
more and more faces and more and more friends
we all stalk eachother
we stare at a wall
together

We have become stationary creatures
caught in a projection
brought together from all over the place
to share our vomit,
to spit,
to let it all out
or in bits and pieces
calling out for help in maybe the only way you can
hoping that someone else
knows
hoping that someone else
can at least feel what you're going through
and you stalk others
reading their vomit
but they'll never know

curious eyes and minds the faces cannot see
we're learning about you
and other lives simultaneously
we're feeling
we see faces
happy faces
goofy faces
mad faces
we get to see that other people are still making it
or are still struggling
or are sick
or are still doing the same things they were doing 5
10 years ago
we feel good
and you should
it's really a beautiful thing.

but
you're still just staring at a wall
you're insane
every damn one of you
who stare at this website for hours and hours
and are just so consumed with the digital lives
of all these cute fucking friends you have
you're a zombie
you're no good
i'll discard you
and the worst part is
i'm no better than you are
cause i'm still staring at this wall.