#that needle is VISCIOUS bro

[adarkenedforest]

Just did a DNA test

Do not recommend that hurt like a bitch

[writer59january13]

Have technological advancements reduced our appreciation of human emotions?

SUBTITLE = Is society a better world to live in with less or more?

     Boy!      Those caveman days were rough!      They felt like listening to deafening leopards roar a rushed version of hells bells, inxs of pulp fiction sung backwards by cold play, or a brutally nasty yet thankfully short youtube video of foo jimmy john, fighting beastie boys winking in the hood.

    Loud quiet rioting !@#$ growls shook bats overhead when this grizzled papa bear disturbed (like a flock of sea gulls fighting angry birds over a candlebox), and forced to wake prematurely from hibernation set his seething animal anger to boil, and smoke to issue from his jack rabbit ass nine looking don Quixote ears.

    Argh! 

     The gumption from that gap toothed, high browed, red-necked ursine spouse giving him one swift kick in the bony arse sent him flying like a twisted sister queen phish careening out into the frigid air.

    He wished at that moment to become gratefully dead.

    Upon immediate and most unwelcome exposure therapy to arctic blast, this mama’s and papa’s boy (by george) felt moody blue, and neither sought to tangle nor play footsie with Mother Nature.

    He wanted to whip the hide of that pen heck king wife, when needles of miniature aeroplane shaped snow (white slippery buckshot elements of style) kissed, pierced and smashed against his face from those shoddily made flimsy animal clothes that barely kept him warm. 

     He pelts like crying. 

     Wah!

    Without a shutter shutter flying shadow boxer of sprinting doubt, these goods (needle lee sewn) by snoop doggy dog gone hooligans, who cawed like sum Cajun gumbo baboons.

    Anyway, dis bro’ kin mid dull aged mwm practically froze his scrawny tush off.      Dang.      Ooh.

     How purty!

     My oh my!

     A cute deer! 

     Out came the bow and arrow! Whoosh! Bulls’ eye!

     Upon uttering, "hey lucy i yam home", the def leppard viscious little beasts (aye cannot REM member how they came about) unforgivingly tore their sharp nine inch long nails into the soft raw doe. -         -         -         -         -         -         -         -         -         -         -       Now compare the above paragraphs to this technological age! No way, no how does this domesticated simian relish expending any ounce of energy.

    Without the need to leave the comfort of my warm bed, a click of the remote can provide immediate needs at these fingertips. Why dress (perhaps just a coat of armor), when breakfast, lunch or dinner delivered via robot. Bathe? This waterbed doubles up as a washbasin. Ah!

    How in the name of judas priest could our ancestors enjoy feeling like a beast of burden? Who says you cannot always get what you want? Alice in chains? Cinderella? Eddie money? Jane’s Addiction? Pink Floyd? Yes! The entire motley crue!      Yeah! 

     If not totally tubularly clear regarding trappings of a Culture Club bygone era, lemme spell out loud and clear, which stance will be obvious, I AINT NO LUDDITE period. 

     This creature of habit would never give up his pad (shaped like an oversize ipod) and forego any of his labor saving devices the only way to take away these cherished, idolized, prized possessions? 

     You would have to pry these buzzing, flying, whirring gizmos loose from my cold dead fingers! Don’t get your hopes up! I aint planning to cross the river Styx anytime soon. Maybe not even in this lifetime! Ha! 

     So there! Nor best ye git any ideas to boot me from this tear rest trial plane, and put me six feet under. Capisce? Comprende?

     As a prom oh shun to this vignette, I conk clued hid (cost and glue tin free), an written accessory.              Dis rat fink incorporate a dopey mean, elementary, flip-flop, greasy, hip-hop, lightweight, muscularly nimble oiled poem.    

O rotten machine world - TITLE

click klack click klack click klack click klack

klippity clop klippity clop klippity clop

slap slip slap slip slap slip. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hello and welcome to the machine age

where pink floyd your tour guide

where human beings the laughing stock

on the supposed creature comforts

but in truth dependent on those big and little gadgets

designed by the brainchildren of past and present.

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     Civilization at the mercy of electronic gewgaws envisioned by wunderkinds (getting paid billions of dollars), that propelled masses from labor, yet shackled

chattering class to technology.

     Thee symbiotic rapport (today more so aligned as Of Human Bondage) far removed from simple habitué. 

     Existent linkedin thread tying us to descendants of yore increasing at light i.e. laser speed,      How quaint to ponder people using horse power as chief form of locomotion in bustling towns, that inexorably spawned metropolises birthing

barracks obama men nibble.       Skyscrapers potential fiascos made civilization incumbent on

factories generating gewgaws in tandem with industrial waste, or would the theory be visa versa?            This quandary represents a chicken and egg thing!    

     Survival of numerous species (including whoa mankind) hangs in the balance

as population explodes beyond capacity of planet earth to support. This

burgeoning billions burst of Homo sapiens filling every nook and cranny on this third rock from black hole sun foists inconvenient gory truths, that

catastrophe looms ever closer perching all living organisms perilously closer to brink of disaster and eventual extinction, unless dramatic measures taken to rein in (rain ‘n tots) reproduction.

 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  PostScript: Special attention goes out to animal rights/ liberators, who belong to nonprofit organizations such as: GREENPEACE,  PETA, SPCA  can breathe easy, cuz no animals (large or small) got kilt. This blurb merely utilized the hypothetical scenario of said brutish, nasty and petsmart.