There is no philosophy in the land of virtuosity.
Inhabiting cities in the sky where birds never fly but only tell little white lies; twittering their life away when in the alternate reality they've got nothing interesting to say.
With their pages of Facebook friends; but none on who they can physically depend.
So what does it mean when your best-friend is on the other side of a computer screen?
Booking a date using someone else's face; is this not the signature of social decay ?
Wake up or you will die a waste of space on someone else's MySpace page.
In the dictionary under humanity was a picture of you and