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Digital Foreplay (handjob)

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Yes I am still going mental trying to make a bad song good

Digital Foreplay

Let the wi-fi in

Open the window

I am plugged into the wall

Still tall

Big balls

Digital Foreplay

Objection that’s here say

Paralysed

but not rich

like

Reeve

Used to like walking

Take my advice

Stay clean stay nice

Waiting for Godot

–

not answered

I invented the wheel

But poor so I steal

Killed by my boss

No sorry for the loss

Fixed dilated pupils

Plug me into power

Sixty minutes an hour

No cochlear implant

I’d stand up but I can’t

Rub my hard drive

Dead on arrival

The craniotomy

Is why she’s

forgotten me

It’s based on survival

I was born in the seventies

So save me your pleasantries

Put my RAM into port

Recorder now cool

I dropped the tool

Won’t stop ringing

So I better not stop singing

I’ll go mental

It’s borrowed rental

Screeching sound

It’s loud

Welcome to my world

Not the right pitch

Sound is a bitch

Please don’t mistake my ease

I love the woman

All of her

I love her

Profession

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Profession

 

 

 
There are people who believe that the movie The Matrix is true. I remember reading about a boy who shot up his high school after watching it repeatedly. I’m not talking about those ones I mean the ones who see a prophecy within that movie. We commonly refer to them as nerds. The nerds were right. I’ve noticed that straight after I’ve logged on I’ll receive a phone call. I should know better as there is a 1-2 second delay after I’ve picked up before they start but there is also a delay when one of my mate Skype’s. That movie was true. They have bugged the telephones with little villains (I don’t know) that follow you.

People are getting excited that we are almost able to clone a person. Creation without sex can’t be right. People are getting excited throwing themselves into a net. Humanity has the right to do this and can’t wait. Mankind will clone itself into serfdom. Our bastard offspring will not know. They will grow into picking beetroot. The masters will determine our lives off of a screen and nobody cares it’s happening. Humanity doesn’t have a right. We have evolved from our humble beginnings into the ugly truth. We are Man and we are in charge. The human intellect will one day choke on knowledge. It will be multi-tasking and won’t have a hand free

I had a hot hot hot ******** girl ask me to move in with her. One of my mates once asked me if I ever got nods of acknowledgment from other men in mixed race couplings. I laughed ‘cause it was funny but then wondered why it was funny. I laughed because man finds it easier to hate. People look at these couplings as un-natural. Nobody is racist at birth, I mean when they came out of the fanny. We are all born prejudice to ourselves but to another we are not. The human race hates itself and wants to collapse. WWIII will be a blessing when there is no more room. There will be a country that decides all of our fates if we don’t first get to one colour

The home phone rang again but I ignored it. Everywhere I go I see scores of young people head bowed to their phone. I remember a time before technology where people used to talk to each other. Not anymore. Not unless you’re online. The life we live online will always be cooler than reality. People my own age are always online. Can’t they remember when they weren’t? I had to go to the store. I passed three people walking with theirs heads down texting. They have two lives. I can’t see the fixation living in that world. I listen to music and live in a made-up world. A world where nothing is true but you can taste it. I would rather listen to music and not engage than to look down and see where I’m at

A friend told me earlier in the day that I should try online-dating. I’ve tried it before. I tried when I was really brain damaged. I joined a sex site first by accident. I put a photo of my face and all these women kept sending flirts down the line. I befriended them then saw all of their male friends had photos of their cocks. All of their online friends didn’t show their faces but showed cocks and balls instead. I sent one girl a message asking how come she was so hot but had to look virtual to find someone? I thought she would have her pick of a hundred and twenty-five men a day. She clicked un-friend and that was it. I wanted to see behind the face she shows. It was probably a bald forty-year old man sitting behind his computer out at Homebush. I want to feel her heat and taste a woman’s pheromones before I start. I tried another agency and when I looked at their ‘best’ photos on their profiles I felt sorry for them. Most looked humble and just in search of a decent man. A lady once told me I was really good looking… but that was just online too

Online isn’t real yet the reality is that it is. When I look around I wonder why Orwell didn’t think of this? All it takes is distraction. We will all be happy to live in cages by the time he gets back. The world will be all looking down when it falls from the sky. The crash will only be observed through the medium of capturing. Only a few will see it with their own eyes. My computer and I barely communicate but men carry their’s right next to their balls. Women carry their’s over one of their ovaries. They are slowly sterilising you and you are letting them. They are trying to kill the breeders. I leave my phone at home

 

 

 
Andrew Stuart Buchanan

00110011

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Sex-ting

 

 

 

noun

/seks-sting/

 

 

 

: the sending of sexually explicit photos, images, text messages, or e-mails by using a  cell phone or other mobile device

 

 

 

Did anyone else see it? SBS 2 I think. It was about sexting. It was about people who were having intimate sexual relationships with people they had never met using only their smart-phones. It was about people who live in a virtual reality. The Internet has made pornography better but has robbed humanity of its inhibition. They showed sexting addicts with their half-naked selfies.  The Internet has made the world smaller but people have become more isolated. People are too scared to reveal their naked selves in reality so they capture their image for the world to see. I remember when you would ask a person to take a photo of you. People now use photography not as an art but as a means to strut. The show was about half-naked people sitting by themselves waiting for their phone to beep. I’m old fashioned. I don’t have a smart phone so I wonder why people can’t look in the mirror and see what they look like bowing down to their electronic God. Someone was telling me the other day that they do all of their electronic banking in the palm of their hand. I like to see my money.

 

The documentary showed where wireless technology is taking the world. They showed a phone with three sensor pads that hook into the jack that you can attach to your genitals that another person can stimulate through a series of three circles. The three circles are for both nipples and one for the genitals. I watched with my jaw on my chest. I watched but couldn’t believe that people could think that electric was better. I sat wondering why people couldn’t understand that human touch is better? A woman was trialing the new technology. She was sitting and seemed to be enjoying an orgasm from the sensors attached to her body. She sat moaning and shaking with her eyes closed. Maybe it’s different for a woman, no what am I saying, it’ definitely different for a woman. A lot of women own a vibrator. Not many men own a blow-up sex doll. I was sitting in my wheelchair watching the documentary when a woman caught my eye walking past my apartment. She was walking quickly with her head bowed and both hands on her smart-phone. It looked like she was texting. Maybe she was sexting?

 

Orwell would have never seen this. He would have never imagined people having sexual intercourse through wireless communication devices. I bet Orwell preferred a good root over seeing somebody and not being able to touch them. Who knows where this will take us. In the not so distant future the English language will be dead. People will only communicate in abbreviated English on their smart phones. The ceremonies of courtship will be made redundant and will be replaced by the sperm and ovum of strangers standing in a line. People will be waiting for a chance at the simplistic beauty of 00110011. All you will see will be the bowed heads of people queuing up to exchange their fluids at a sperm and egg bank. Their heads will be bowed, connected, linked, and online so that they cannot see the person standing in front of them but can see their virtual other half on the other side of the net.

 

Louie Armstrong said that they would learn much more than he’d ever know. He was right and he was wrong. I know a female in her early twenties. I was telling her that I had asked a woman out the other day. She asked me how I knew her? I told her I didn’t know her. I told her that I wanted to know her. That was why I asked her out. Wow, she said. She told me she had never been asked out cold before. I had to ask her what she meant? She told me she had never had a stranger ask her out. I told her I felt sorry for her. She asked why? I told her I felt sorry for her that she had not felt that electricity before. In the world I know you can tell about a person by how they carry themselves. Nobody is carried online. Online they float. Everybody floats online in a world of make believe. Online you will see the best photo while the worst photo sits in the Trash. They know much more than we’ll ever know.

 

 

Andrew Stuart Buchanan