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"HTTP"
October 28th, 2008

You are
Not
Your avatar
Yet

Coming to and fro
In electronic symmetry

You’re not
800 X 600
1024 X 768
1080i
Movies online
Porn in HD
Asymmetrical synchrony
Controlling your destiny

You’re not
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up
Blocking a pop-up

At 12:45
You’re not wankin’ it
To the digital mega-clit
Where if you can imagine it
You can see it
In minutes

You’re not on a small quest for a quiet place
Where you can be you

You’re not playing white noise
To phase out distraction
As you connect fully
With distraction

You don’t micromanage
To your advantage
A thousand photos of you
A hundred photos of me and you
Together
Drinking
A profile photo of me and you
My hands on your ankles
You're sucking a tap
And we look so surprised
With ourselves

You’re not listening to white noise so you can’t hear
You never put on those head-phones and blocked out the world

You can’t get a date
Make a name, enlarge your eyes, and half your weight
Be gay or straight as 420state1982
@gmail.com

You’re not not a woman
Or not a man
You’re not cutting your dick off

You’re not stealing songs by the album
Logging chats with pretty girls
1200 lines long
Or saving chat logs with your ex-girlfriend
Where she says she’s missing you
Your sex is better
And she’ll love you forever

They aren’t pretty girls
You’re not a pretty boy

You’re not the avatar
You’re made to create
When you sign up to shop,
Socialize, and masturbate

You’re not your avatar
But maybe you are

Maybe you do pride yourself
In what you type in forums
Maybe read them and feel real rage
And sadness
At the state of a world you’re destined to change

With mouse-clicks and key-strokes
From your office chair

Maybe you’re stoked when you read
In some conversation out of south bend
That you’ve started a trend
About Wal-Mart’s appropriation
Of a homeless shelter
On 5th and Main

Maybe you log into that site
That with Google’s permission
Monitors the searches of all the users in the world
That’s a fifth of the world
The entire world
And you see
The most common today were:
Jaibait
Jailbait nude
Jessica Alba
…Nude
…Pussy
Barack Obama

Nip-Slips and celebrity tits
There’s a site
That has them all mapped out
100,000,000 hits
And counting

I’ll tell you what you do all day
You bid on shit that you don’t need
Because you typify a common American greed
That’s spread its seed
‘Round the world at large
On a vast party barge
Laden with trailers
Of uniform size
So that they can be stacked, shipped, unstacked, and tracked
All the way to your door

Where you wait with bated breath
And scared to death
Of the light
Rushing in
And the voice of the mail-man

Go ahead and make your landscapes on mindscapes
And populate what propagates your submission to the
Coalition of words and pictures that
Get you off

Go get your po-dunk recipe
For meth
With typos
And phrases like, “works fine too…”

Find out what pharmaceuticals you never thought would get you high
Will get you high

You fill, too tall
And you’ll never have time to do
All of that for which you’ve prepared

Because now you must research your cancer as it grows
And your fungus as it shows
And it’s 4:00am
And you’re being told
The way to your smoky room
And cum-stained bed
Where you’ll fall asleep
And dream of numbers.

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039298f3@opayq.com


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The following comments are for "HTTP"
by SirEdwinSantos

"Blocking a pop-up"
wonderfully sweeping, scathing polemic… for some reason recalls G.K Chesterton’s The Old Song, or at least has the same scourging spirit, but perhaps that’s just me…

reminds me too of a peace of graffiti on the hoardings of a boarded up shop a friend of mine used to squat in. it read: YOU ARE NOT YOUR NINE TO FIVE PRISON… could just easily have read YOU ARE NOT YOUR AVATAR… funny, those things designed to liberate us and to connect us rarely deliver as advertised…

this is brutal, this is now, edgy and angry… loved this. great to read you again.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 11, 2008 )





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