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Hi guys
Today my friend asked me a question…..”how many kinds of people are there in this world??”
To answer this, I pondered long and hard; and after five long, painstakingly silent minutes i answered….the world is divided into two kinds of people …. face-bookers and people who have a life…..
The truth is clearly becoming inevitable…..
Face book is the biggest drug this world has seen….me being its latest victim(i know this is totally a conflict of interest)
From personal experience I can state that facebook has easily replaced the morning brew of soothing coffee to start my day….
But ,my friend had it so bad that making facebook his home page just wasnt enough……
he had to resort to extreme measures….
Now he is just one click away from his daily fix…
First thing i do when i wake up is log on….check my news feeds…..see if anyone has retaliated to any one of my barbs…if any one has liked any one of my comments…find new people to troll and spam…poke fun at some photos and maybe just poke some friends…..
i needed to have my daily dose…..they were like ecstasy pills to me now
this is the first level of face boook addiction….thankfully i havent fallen deeper into its clutches….but i have seen worse cases….when the daily news feeds cant satisfy their unending desire for online social life, they resort to playing games like cityville and castleage….the whole frikkin day…..
soon a few of my friends were begging me to play, so they could get gifts and bonuses from me…one went as far as offering me money in exchange for some level ups…..I did not accept.(was too busy updated my profile)
this hole does not have an end you see…..I have only seen through the two surface layers of this addiction…but there are layers soo deep…that once there, it will be almost impossible to find your way out…..
soon i saw myself never logging out…I took my Lap everywhere….Literally everywhere….
having said all this…..it is slowly dawning on me how much of a hold ,Mark Zuckerberg had over me and a major portion of the world…..
the other day,,there was some kind of site clean up going on and i was denied access to my account for close to 10 hours…..i couldnt bear the wait…and the withdrawal symptoms were showing….i was irritable…non co operative and jittery……
It was like there was something wrong with my brain….to be on the safer side I consulted the doctors….they took a brain scan
and found shocking results…….
see for yourself…..
It had taken over my brain ……
But I did not heed the warnings of my doctors,I needed to stay informed ….needed to stay in the loop….needed to see how many people commented on my status update……
Mark Zuckerberg had full control of my life at this moment…..i would bend at his will and obey his word if he threatened to delete my account…i was sure of it….it had become as much a part of my life as maybe my passport or my wallet….
He is slowly becoming the dictator of the world and maybe he himself is oblivious to this fact but I have started to see it……
He is among the likes of Hitler and Stalin says TIME magazine….
Expanding his reach to china now….his latest conquest….
The day is not far when the whole world will be under his mouse……when he will be one click away from world domination and we will be slaves to his applications( I hear there is this new concentration camp app…. it doesnt look good)…..
The handfull of people who are free of this epidemic…beware…let this be your warning shot….
Once your in …..you will never get out…….
and to all those planning suicide after reading this……
i have bad news
EVEN DEATH CANT FUCK WITH FACEBOOK
PAWNED.
petals shift to see the sun
oh spare me be…old and ungracious tyrant….u know not the seed you have planted in me…for now my hearts yearns for more than just a glimpse of the flower soo beautiiful and divine that the whole world fill it and with it soo does my heart, overflow….
peace of mind i will never find…days will be plagued with my worries of worthlessness ,of the broad river that divides the two sides of a broken heart yearning to be together…for with word only can i pull the strings of thou heart tight within my grasp and pull u closer and hold u in my embrace with tears onli can i speak cause my mouth does not move…frozn i stand in ur limitless beauty…like an endless sea that i drown in….no struggle i shall keep…..for i shall die in peace with the contentment of a man who died of love……………
till the break of dawn I await to see ur morning face …so bright and tempest…tht the sun itself might shy away…the soft twine of a beautiful smile tht streches across ur soft face and leaves heaves on my heart….blood flows the same in me and you I doubt ..for witth atmost certainty..it is not of any earthy sight…so divine tht the heavens might trumble…
seasons change …movement does the earth make…beauty turns to old and wretched…then new life shall abode….but one thing is tht which remains in its dead stream of constansy….unchanging and unflinching is ur beauty…words doo so oft fall short for u….my hand does not move with enough grace for this serenade….for u deserve the stars to be torn down and made to bow before you….revel in your smile I will…..and tht will fuel my life thereafter…peace u will bring into mine…
please spare me not a while in your busy and ardourous day…sharpen your minds and rejoin the rat race…eye on the prize ….not for a second hesitate to stomp on ur friend and step up to a greater place….
find peace in numbers and words ..find peace in contentment, with thinking that has been forced on you…be contented in killing every original idea…let the oceans waves wash it away and leave a clean slate for you…
I stand on the grass less greener..agreed…but i look onto you and see you are not content with where you are…for your eyes have been tainted…with a notion tht there is still a grass greener tht is to be….in this thought ur mind will never be free…chained u will be and not realize tht whilst trying hard to make a living you had forgotten to live…and then in ur death bed you will lament and sorrow will engulf ..for when you thought you were running a race of sorts ….without a sight at the finish…eyes closed…fists clenched…you had forgotten the reason you were running in the first place…..for when you open your eyes you will finnd the finish line long behind you……for everyone reaches the finish line….. thts when u realise tht it was nt a race after all….my solemn advice to those i hold close to my heart…lets run but not tire ourselves out…lets make it too tht finish line…..but not kill ourselves doing it
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wammhe 