Brain children of the Master Mind
Vistas over overview valleys lead into depth while learning is a curve and opinion is learned.
A Requiem is an Ode to a certain moment which has past. A vision is an option for action. A mentor leads with wisdom and guides with patience. Compassion is starved for healing. Image wants recognition and humans depend on communication.
Media outlets are inlets into our brain feeding our neurological system and fire up our synopses.
Tools shift shape and reshape space cyber high ways lead to Internet connections. Creation blossoms in new vibrations and speed has become irrelevant with inter polated circuitry.
Technology reaches deep into our soul pockets to force us to copulate with hybrid ideas.
The question arises “will there be life after blogging”
Rigid positions and stale power structures crumble under the melt down of the old plat forms now adrift like a steamer without fuel.
The world looks like it’s been retouched in cyber wards. The pallet of taste has wavered and the holy cows have been released back into the wilderness of past consumerism.
I am the product the producer and the merchandiser a one stop media MyWaymart
I am self proclaimed and sanctified by the need of a stardom craving voyeur society.
The big picture has fragmented into millions on the “you tubes” and mirror images have been replaced by face book profiles.
“I am my own man” has mutated into “I am my own Blog”, a mini mall empire slash media conglomerate that flickers day and night to beam me as bits and pixels into cyber space.
ME-Enterprise updated daily with junkets of my life soup/stew.
I am plugged in 24/7 while my dreams are recorded for a digital after life.
The bottom line has moved and is now a high wire act a lizard lounge of facts and fakes.
Flash points high light my interests and inboxes capture my converts.
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Technically speaking log on and down load the review of my Life’s blogosphere
breathe my details channel my portraits and comment on my insides.
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Our feature today is:
“What you always wanted to know about humans but never dared to ask!
The monkey doesn't give a damn eating a rotten banana or about his legacy but we keep on worshipping worry as if it is the new Holy Grail.
Is the blogosphere making us more civilized or is it the realm of the devil manifesting itself through cyber channels.
Now what?
Billionaires are blogging connecting across oceans of money and blasphemy making information the new oil well pooling visuals and spell check our future.
The enemy has distorted into a blood bath of pixels and 0 1 codes.
Are we still primates or has Christ consciousness invaded ordinary perception.
I Tarzan you Jane has mega morphed and andro morphed into “To blog or not to Blog” is the question.
Does this proof that we are intelligent by design and not freaks of a mutating nature guided by a defunct DNA which gives us reflexes which self reflect.
The spectrum of expression has expanded and communication is not what it used to be.
Vanity has a new docking station scanning its audience for admirers.
Soft ware programs becoming self aware while randomizing our inter action and concepts of friendship
as they become more hypothetical than real.
Language is abbreviated while our spectral sensations are fine tuned to make the leap onto the next evolutionary loop.
Logic fluctuate with plug ins and file formats like and an ocean tide during an “Event Horizon.”
Non linear dialog has replaced the “one on one.” The new cyber babies rely already heavily on extra sensory gadgetry to get their point of view across mental divides and macro waved communities.
Welcome to my portal stop thinking small because the Sphinx has spilled her secret and now you can go and Google the rest of the story.
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