PetrVorel

The Supposed Condemned We are the condemned, the world is so damned; concord dissipates, violence overhead. That is not which is supposed to be, but still we yell that we're free.We are the condemned, the world is so cramped; human overpopulates, extinction overhead. Rest, here are not supposed to be, 'cause we're here to claim that we're free.We're the condemned, the world is so sad; wealth philanthropies, dissatisfaction overhead. Anything against money is not supposed to be; we, posers pose that we're free.We're the condemned, the world is so lame; self-absorption rules, misanthropy overhead. Care for others, is not supposed to be; 'cau...

i.I was thinking today about the ten-year talent.  As a generation, it spread through us like a virus, multiplying and developing sub-species and mutations, changing the way we spoke and interacted with language.  Words came cheap and fast, born from the tips of our thumbs.   For a decade there, we were the gods of predictive text.  Typing until our fingers became a flesh-coloured blur.  Many didn't even need to look at the key-pad: touch-type but don't think too hard.  If you over-analyse it the words fall apart.  Trust your thumbs and let communication flow across the void and onto your loved one's screen.'Babe cant make it 2nite.  Mum c...