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December 16th

Sitting here watching a documentary about social media. have no idea why, Everyone seems to think this is the now but it seems like The Matrix where everything is just surface. I say this to you from a social media platform. I am aware of this my two readers. Stay with me on this.

If everyone is famous then I assume that means no-one is famous. The internet is the great leveller. Everyone seems to want to blur the lines between someone who plays with toys on YouTube and and Clint Eastwood.

One guy has just said 'I am really into myself'. Good for you. 💕💕💕✌🏿😁😔😒👌🏻👌

My Mac Touch Bar seems to be just emoji's now. What have I done?

Why does everyone want attention from strangers? Why am I interested in telling the void what I think? I don't understand the world. I don't understand myself.

Something to do isn't it?

Use targeted hashtags.

#pleaselikeme #pleasejustifythefactiexist

#why??????????????

Cameras attached to cameras attached to cameras attached to microphones.

'I just want free shit' 'Mainly clothes'

S.O.T.I.

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