the junKy’s dorito greased fingertips slid thru Instagram n he splutter/d “ at least it’s not heroine . ”
I destruct/d FacebooK long ago .
my addiction simply cracK/d it’s necK n found a fresh vain .
i wiped instagram clean .
it became a bored exercise of an arthritic thumb .
n the advertisements made it less punK .
i’m not quitting b/c i thinK the platform is involved in some grandiose conspiracy to manipulate n indoctrinate n distract the log/d on, but liKely they are .
the reason to struggle thru withdrawal ; simple …
we’re swiping away the minutes of life scanning sponsored content n curated peeKs of famously sKinny women n the men who fucK them .
it’s become nothing more than a cleverly design/d magazine w/o words .
it’s turn/d advertisement interactive .
you r the model (b.y.o.w) .
i quit .
no more pictures of stuff , please .
pull the memory sticK from my veins n watch the liKes n followers bleed out .
enter rehabilitation – outside , eww .
also, the bathroom will dull .
i’ll picK up a good ol’ fashion/d booK when i shit .
liKe we used to .
live life for real #likeweusedto .
#goodbye Instagram n may you rot in a blacKen/d dead-end alley of cyber hell with the dead eyes of our youth staring into your industrialist soul for eternity as you cuddle w/fucKerberg .