IRC-Galleria

Generation of information overload
Looking back from the years to come
What went wrong, what did we miss,
how did we end up here, in world of demise?

Is it true or is it not,
what didn't they see,
or did they bring it here.

Or did it happen not,
Only an echo of past,
days we think were better,
calm wind whispering through the night.

Information overload, curse of memebearing.
No facts unless cast directly in our eyes,
only flat-screen-psychosis, a culture of monkeys,
in a giant cage, on antibiotics.