O Fralkus Omni-Popey,
O Great Abridged-to-Nowhere and Digressive Textuaa,
O Limited Characters of Unlimited Assertions,
O Holy Hexadecimal 3B5998, the FB Blue,
O Towering and Shimmering Wall of Sacred Vapidity,
O Ephors of Infinite You- and Me-dia Without Citation,
O Hour Devourer,
O FB! Hear my plea:
Keep Thine humble non-entitious servant
in Thy Stream of Golden Glory,
rain down upon me the Likes and Favorites embedded in Thine Algorithmic Hymns,
and deny not my Stranger Automations,
my momentary Recipiency;
forgive me
my Privacy Confusion
as I forgive You
Your Endless Spins and Un-Progressive Bars.
Thou preparest a table of Blessed Feeds before me,
and in the Preferences of mine Frenemies,
my See Mores runneth over.
I'm awed how Thy Staff ignoreth me.
You maketh me "Like"-drown; or careen past bores,
and sore-hurteth their souls.
Surly Flameness and Merchandise shall follow me
all the refreshes of my online "life"
and ITM will dwell in Thy Browser Tab forever and ever,
unless Google+ really catches on.
In the name of the Cute Kitty,
the Rescued Whale,
the Dish I Just Made,
and the Stupid Guy on a Sled Roped to a Pickup;
in the name of the Pointless Triangle
of Petition, Cause, and Share:
keep me Logged In always,
until at last I close bracket, slash body,
and find my unexpected end of file.
Then store me in Thy Linked Tables
and halcyon Data Fields
as a Saved Query,
so that I may pop up
–never more an Invalid Token or File Not Found–
and be Returned, again and again,
with all Refined and Pertinent Searches.
URL'd without end,
Amen.
O Great Abridged-to-Nowhere and Digressive Textuaa,
O Limited Characters of Unlimited Assertions,
O Holy Hexadecimal 3B5998, the FB Blue,
O Towering and Shimmering Wall of Sacred Vapidity,
O Ephors of Infinite You- and Me-dia Without Citation,
O Hour Devourer,
O FB! Hear my plea:
Keep Thine humble non-entitious servant
in Thy Stream of Golden Glory,
rain down upon me the Likes and Favorites embedded in Thine Algorithmic Hymns,
and deny not my Stranger Automations,
my momentary Recipiency;
forgive me
my Privacy Confusion
as I forgive You
Your Endless Spins and Un-Progressive Bars.
Thou preparest a table of Blessed Feeds before me,
and in the Preferences of mine Frenemies,
my See Mores runneth over.
I'm awed how Thy Staff ignoreth me.
You maketh me "Like"-drown; or careen past bores,
and sore-hurteth their souls.
Surly Flameness and Merchandise shall follow me
all the refreshes of my online "life"
and ITM will dwell in Thy Browser Tab forever and ever,
unless Google+ really catches on.
In the name of the Cute Kitty,
the Rescued Whale,
the Dish I Just Made,
and the Stupid Guy on a Sled Roped to a Pickup;
in the name of the Pointless Triangle
of Petition, Cause, and Share:
keep me Logged In always,
until at last I close bracket, slash body,
and find my unexpected end of file.
Then store me in Thy Linked Tables
and halcyon Data Fields
as a Saved Query,
so that I may pop up
–never more an Invalid Token or File Not Found–
and be Returned, again and again,
with all Refined and Pertinent Searches.
URL'd without end,
Amen.
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Seer
daisyjane
The Good Daughter
Chicken Mãâàn
the traveler
Ashley F. Miller
Salon.com
Comments
This is all True. r.
to drive by
and Up my Thumb in thy direction.
Everybody's talking and nobody's listening
Everybody's texting and nobody's reading
Everybody's shouting and nobody's thinking