Have 21st century kids. with a side of industrial plastics.

or
Part II (of 5/29 dirge)


twenty first century kids
might care less about
fallen by and by
numerically larger
hyped
dimensions

this might really bother the mind
to consider
what 21st century kids
care about

psychologically
tripping on what
one suspects
21st century kids
could care less 4...

i think i'll have a
hormonal imbalance today
and a side of
industrial plastics
please

then segue
through the
monoxide blue
toll takers
into
my own
 
smart-ad-bombed
corporate
eco-calibrated
anti-wilderness

21st century kids
 notwithstanding --
 it hurts! 
(life, presumably)

 i tried everything!
(so to escape, presumably)

 jailbreaking my android
flushing my gps signal
setting privacy controls to
three- U's:
unmapped
unincorporated
unconnected

i even called the omniscient-G
like china
and demanded
they map my island apart
from all other islands
and unique to my wishes

g unfortunately
used my call to nail my g.wallet
a past due amount
from some cell phone skins
i purchased last month

i am researching how it was
that china put the fear into
them, damn it!
 shit, i am using their search
engine!

No! 
i tried 2 sound convincing
 i will not let any fucker know my
longitude or latitude!

i tried visualizations
Taller than walls
my firewalls!

the bathroom glass
 looked disdainfully back

i tried desperately
pushing estate
 sales of
location history on c.list
then
burying all former permissions
 i could find on myself
testing
poly-profile forensics

i found myself
 vacating gaps
writing over all zeros
in what formerly was known as my
free space

 how did they come up with
this shit!? 
who owns clouds? 
beside myself

i forced the author to
grant continuance on this
post, which was a bitch in hell
let me tell you


to b continued...