IT has fucken-techken-our-world but we love IT no matter what.

We live for technology and the meaning of love is slowly slipping away. Technology is our mother, father, friends and sex. It has apportion our lifestyle into a little thumb drive where all our personal data and our idiosyncrasies are stored in a little piece of useful but really, a useless piece of shit. And you and I are both reading this note from this useful piece of shit. The irony.

We bought into the reality of a new unreality and crave for only what is presented before us - like your fancy xxx brand flat screen and the like - without having to move much. Sit down. Let that hardcore piece of hybrid plastic do it for you. Why walk a few more steps when it can do the talking or make up wonderful excuses for you sometimes, so you may feel better and still retain the minty repute of a friend or lover? So much of it has taken over our lives, minds, that we might have quietly step out of our everyday roles to the people we think we care about. But wait, you can always ease your heart by sending a lengthy Short-Message-System and top it up with a Facebook hug, kiss, grope, whatever.

But, it has it's qualities, such as... . No matter, you probably know it better than me.

Irony is The New Love.