2023-xx
a poem written in iambic pentameter
2024-01-01 01:00
// updated 2025-11-09 13:12
// updated 2025-11-09 13:12
commencing the start of a new era
maintaining an ursine identity
"suggested content" as propaganda
ambiently disappearing from the heat
eschewing "suggested content"
expressing just the thoughts of the people
if only these networks allowed just text
suspecting automated behaviour?
occasionally flashing lightning bolts
mysteriously before elections
unknown illnesses suddenly appear
generating alternate ambiance
enjoying freedom with the lack of fame
having dumb clout is so damn restricting
aggressively campaigning for the might
admiring that truck's wabi-sabi look
feeling more engaged on here than ever?
giving myself the privilege of jesters
nobody enjoys the world like we do
administering the weekend's last rites
exercising divine rights on these posts
fathoming exametric lengths
welcoming monochromatic logos
opting to buy a classic car instead
fervently tightened the right rhetoric
rejecting "extreme" marketing
letting the grands and fortunes stack up high
weaving through the relative apathy
solving deployment issue
lavishly imbibing a cabernet
eschewing "good looks"
fetching filtered news-feeds
unfortunately preaching to the choir
joining a secret frog society
seeking approval from no one at all
happily preferring to just stay home
steering clear from most meta-owned platforms
mutually ghosting from the mainstream scene
glitching far away from the keying clouds
feeling stuck in this ultra-small account
winning the debate by not watching it
persisting in long-haul epic projects
in absence of censorship does truth rise
happily adopting the thickened script
becoming the change most don't want to see
voting yes in the latest online poll
matters of rational security
reinstating alternative accounts?
intensively moving towards the end
deeming yesterday's poll as "free and fair"
obfuscating in order to tell truths
waiting for his first post in this decade
posting endless amounts of diatribe
claiming that they don't "season they weather"
asking y'all to please help me find my frens
liberating oneself from the endless
simplifying for simplicity's sake
steadily moving towards clearer skies
repeatedly trying and still trying
frantically trying to get things done
sunsetting a bunch of social accounts
abandoning things for the sake of sanity
watching a film for the thirty-fifth time
having newfound aversions towards meta things
obsessing over the speed of homepage load times
lethargically singing a carol
taking my power level underground
liked bouba and kiki before they got famous
to the future with a balkanized internet
betting that the raiders will not break it
generating a private swimming pool
trying to restore my account of sanity
gaining the luxury to work on my own terms
wondering why people hate minimalism
finding boredom a rare commodity
feeling oversaturated right now
staying relatively invisible
ending the day on a happier note
having a tough time being anyone
alienating people all decade
knowing tomorrow will be a big day
knowing today might not be a big day
updating the pagination algorithm
trickling down like a free economy
maximizing burner accounts for good
finding the true meaning of boxing day
becoming tough on promiscuity
busting out of the dull alacrity
filling this site with more filler content
launching my new official site in the new year
pretending to be a normie was so blue-pilled
letting future employers read these car crash posts
preferring to be quirky rather than milquetoast
living excessively like "koyaanisqatsi"
if you hate musk so much then just don't employ me
riding out the rest of the year in style
in the future that outburst will look very tame
avoiding discovery by randoms
maintaining a sense of quaint solitude
naming the culprits of our world with tact
slowly but surely accumulating
differentiating 'twixt splicing and slicing
spreading out these scheduled messages
releasing this post six bells after writing it
building an online temple out of sanity
approaching the end of times (for this year)
watching this relatively scoreless game
getting affairs in order for the new cycleabout this poem
- 10 syllables per line
- original lines were once posted on twitter but are now lost
- certified human written