6 hours on this device.
A useless vice.
Forgot who I am.
For A.I. I am damned.
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 9th, 2026 20:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Actually thirty minutes on this thing seems like hell.
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Comments3
Good write JM.
Thanks Dude.
A short and fun read with meaning that goes deeper that surface pain. Well done
Pissing away our time in cyberspace is a disease, I believe. I’m unfortunately too obsessed with this sickness.
Thanks again for the unnaturally rapid comment
You are younger than me
Indeed; the innocence of youth is a blessed thing. Evil dwells in the corruption of those without a spirit and believe they are eternal.
Device-free getaways are a real must!
Thanks for commenting. Just turning the cellphone off can give a sense of freedom.
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