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deep un con to the science
digital world im in 1950 living in 2050's morals what happened to solitude and grace till you found that special place that special someone who makes you give up all others and the two of you vanish without a trace... con me i say to technology go ahead take my money you took my love now he flees to the man made the money the trade all on that fancy digital phone in that digital taxi... if i lived in 1950 i would be ok at least my food wouldnt be genetically mutated by science... whats wrong with a women staying at home while he goes out and gets it for the family thats what the 1950s were about but then we went to the moon and women got bored with being baby makers...but what if we dressed to perfection to go to the diner and drive in on a date that didnt lead to sex at the end of the night just a little making out where baseball emblems were the third base zone... 2050's and were so fast no one has time to take time anymore and were not living any better were all dying alone... lets wake up find the one you love and be about free love make it count cause digitally it will probably be put on a microwave timed slot and beep in what seems like seconds free your mind of science and find love like potatoes grew free in the 1950s and science wasnt god...
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