foto collage by: moj
It is a see-through window you are seen through the window,and it is called: FACEBOOK.
No fissures or schiasms but bridges in smog with brand new cigars for wordmonger addicted pen pals.
A gracious pas de deux in a crowd of stateless concubines.
It is a migration of words and ideas,no matter what the gender,skin color,religion,or whatever cliche.
It is a bond binding the unbounds in a shattered glass,rather ruptured in entourage or cracked in circles for a cycle of events in overflow of minds.
A clarity in sombredom,our mystic mystics,nobody is reveting nobody's wall.It is not a myth,but a perennial observation you meet to make myth on the wall.
It is spurring internationalism.It is nice to write in mother tongues,but remember what the mothertongue is now in a coommunplace ,in the communities of the world for solidarity of the souls beyond borders.if not English,but Spanish,French,Portuguese or even German ,Swedish,Dutch,Danish and at times Persian/Farsi,Arabic,Urdu,Indi.And why not ESPERANTO?This real mother tongue of the world under constant repression.But always alive and well.
It is not just a daily burden or reality show or talking tool,it is a concept in psycho-social life,in today's globe.It is invasion to privacy,to build up privacy.
It opens while it is closed to you and all.
Call it FACEBOOK and or FACELESSBOOK in your PREFACEBOOK.It is a CONSTRUCTION for DECONSTRUCTION to build a RECONSTRUCTION.IT IS A TEXT within a CONTEXT to STRUCTUREs AND RESTUCTUREs of an ANTITEXT.
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