I mean no harm to my 200 or so odd facebook friends, but why the hell do only about five of you post genuinely interesting, or affecting, or relatable shit?
The 5 im thinking of dont even post eclectic things or oddities and curiosities, but they know how to pick a quote or a photo that HITS, yano?
Then i see all the green “online” lights on messenger. It makes me absolutely sick.
As if ANYTHING online is totally private!
Jesus Christ Almighty: before your glorious revelation and judgement comes, help these sad, lost “facebook” profiles, stuck in limbo, with green messanger lights but nothing to say out in the open since around 2011/2013 AD.
And help me please, all that can, that can relate to this especially, to deliver me from the dreary, repetitive, dishonest lives of this gentrified muck that killed Portrush as a living town with a community!
DONT WORRY ABOUT ME IF YOU READ THIS. This is part of my daily routine of going through what i think about things, and re-assess it, if necessary. Today its Portrush that’s been gentrified beyond hope and Facebook, that people still seem to log on to but haven’t had a fucking HONEST thought or something “COOL” to post for over a decade now. WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD ARE YOU STILL ON HERE FOR THEN?
If you bottle stuff like this up it gets worse. I Need to repeat this message, because its still true to how I feel. Rest easy dormant friends graves here too.
But when you see the hopes the techno visionaries had in the 70s and 80s…..
I need to stop writing this, im getting really angry.
The Humble Rock Dove 