I am never happy because I am happy all the time.

Someone asked me if I saw life in timeline view

…with a headline picture and some videos.

A history of auto-refresh and reminders of the

years we pass…updating and populating from

popular kids in our class. A picture blurs edges

and works some Polaroid effects in…but at its

core, just another street and city seen before.

Someone asked me if I saw my life in feeds…

people leaving you more of the internet to read.

Stories that turn waves back on waves and leave

drowned public figures floating on a foamy wake.

One article under another, like covers over children

set forth on indoor camping trips. Post another

photo, just make sure the filter is applied to it.

And what about making a profile? Talk more about

your likes…the things that make you different and

all that makes you feel all right. Maybe you’ll make

a connection..maybe no more connections in this life.

I am never happy because I am happy all the time…

how can I not be when I’m the only one on my mind?

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