Descent into the lamestrom

by Gilbert Keith

Dear Facebook,

Why art thou such a tease. Was’t not enough to do me what you dids’t earlier?

Life is one big Dil Chahta Hai. For many years I felt like Akash. Too much Akash, though, and life doesn’t remain the party. Remember, even Akash gives up on the party establishment. I’d probably become a Digambara. Not that being a Digambara is a bad thing, but I have not the requisite selflessness.

Selflessness=blissful ignorance of surrounding. what need awareness? Let’s channel Shakespeare a la “Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man’s life is as cheap as beast’s.” Beast, base, LCD. Perhaps it is the LCD. Boil things down to the LCD. Much rather the LCDs be smectic than nematic. Defects have to be ironed out.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

L’enfer c’est le facebook et la société.

Mesdames et messieurs, the above is a hidden message, not a bout of search-overload induced ACF mania. Bother not discovering the cause, or thou wilt be shouered with more gibberish and will be charged with perpetuating craziness.

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