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iPads and Android - Tablets!
Downloaded;
Phases,
Faces,
From the original,
With the fake one around;
Like the story behind the story,
With the focus! !
And like a secret love affair.
Personal phones,
iPads and Android - Tablets;
One day in your life,
News!
Downloaded;
But, you need a helping hand always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Writing Evolution: From Mud To Cyberspace
ancient Sumerians Babylonians wrote in cuneiform on clay tablets
pictogram wedges scribe written with a reed stick or stylus
ancient Egyptians wrote in pictures of an object with hieroglyphs
representing a word idea or sound written on papyrus reeds...
ancient Greece wrote with hieroglyphs then sylabic alphabets
originating in Minoan culture Linear A to B on tablets or scrolls
ancient Rome wrote in Greek Latin on schoolboy wax tablets
using pointed metal stylus or literature propaganda on scrolls...
the Middle Ages used the codex books originating with the Romans
described in the 1st-century AD vellum hand written paper sheets
the Holy Roman Empire used printing on existing screw presses
German Johannes Gutenberg inks rapid metal movable-type faces...
newspapers telegraphs type writers fax email internet worldwide webs
hand phones personal computers achieving instant communications
now globally adults children write on hand phones learn computers
tablets to clothes comps then techno implanted communication devices
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Paranoid Andriod
please could you stop the noises, i'm trying to get some rest
from all the unborn chicken voices in my head
what's that? (my name is paranoid, i am your android)
what's that? (my name is paranoid, i am your android)
when i am king, you will be first against the wall
with your opinion which is of no consequence at all
what's that? (my name is paranoid, i am your android)
what's that? (my name is paranoid, i am your android)
ambition makes you look pretty ugly
kicking squealing gucci little piggy
you don't remember
you don't remember
why don't you remember my name?
off with his head man
off with his head man
why won't he remember my name? -- i guess he does
rain down
rain down
come on rain down
on me
from a great height
from a great height, height
rain down
rain down
come on rain down
on me
from a great height
from a great height, height
(repeats 3rd time, underneath vocals are:)
that's it sir,
you're leaving,
the crackle of pig skin,
the dust and the screaming,
the yuppies networking,
the panic, the vomit,
the panic, the vomit,
God loves his children,
God loves his children, yeah
song performed by by Radiohead
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Tell Me A Story
Tell me a story that isn't gory
tell me a story that isn't fake
tell me a story where you made a mistake
tell me a story where the cows come home
tell me a story I want to know
tell me a story where the princess finds herself
not a prince who is more like an elf.
Tell me a story that I can laugh out loud
tell me a story where storm makes lighting clouds.
For in the end we only have our stories to tell
what make them funny, give them hell.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Tell Me A Story
Tell me a story that isn't gory
tell me a story that isn't fake
tell me a story where you made a mistake
tell me a story where the cows come home
tell me a story I want to know
tell me a story where the princess finds herself
not a prince who is more like an elf.
Tell me a story that I can laugh out loud
tell me a story where storm makes lighting clouds.
For in the end we only have our stories to tell
what make them funny, give them hell.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXX: Story
Story about future is called imagination
Story about past is called memories
Story about present is called reality
Story that becomes true is called prophecy
Story that becomes unfulfilled is called regret
Story that becomes no end is called boasting
Small story is called experience
Epic story is called history
Forgotten story is called lesson
Story that becomes obsession is called ambition
Story that becomes untold is called secret
Story that becomes go its own way is called life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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You Know This Story Too!
Salty tears.
Flowing down on cheeks.
Faces so young and adorable.
You know this story too!
Innocent are the minds confined.
Adopting the limits of ignorance.
And feeling helpless with no defense.
You know this story too!
Abandoned emotions cooling with age.
With a toughened exterior...
Becoming too late to save.
You know this story too!
I see in your eyes a connection with truth.
How did you manage to remain so brave?
How did you keep that crave for life alive?
You know this story too...
Don't you?
You know what it takes,
To shake away heartbreak.
And fake the existence of it!
You know this story too!
I can tell you do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Medical Terms Of Emancipation
funny but
they know how these medical terms
work
for an emancipation
plan
release from pain
and bigotry
and
anxiety
yak capsules
kisspirin tablets
and last night she prescribes
six tablets of Biogesex
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Livin' witHin a lOve stOry
Stories been told for a lOve so true
Exemplary vows of faithfulness without making it blue,
Fascinating feeling in desperate passion
Deploying plans as if destined soulmates with full compassion.
Each has a love story to live by fate
Some live through it in momentous grace,
Others by complex affair, as I did
An affair full of adventure and seem like that roller coaster's creed!
Living in a lOve story is anyone's desire
Though it evolves oftentimes with hurtful cries,
Loving is living,
Each has his fate,
a story to fortell yet not all love story has it's happy endings!
poem by InNer WhisPers
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The Story Of Modern Verses
The story that had started in wonder
The story that had started in pain
The story that always remained untold
The story that could never unfold
The reality of complex human natures
The story that could only capture
The superficial aspects of humanity
That is the story of modern verses
That is the only story of our modern age.
There comes the hatred full of love
And love full of hatred
There stands the familiarity at a distance
And a distant association and nearness
More glorified than any day to day familiarity.
The story of modern verses always reminds us
About the shallowness of modernity
About the obscurity of the material world.
This story once told shall touch the base
And would make everybody else to lose the race
Because winning is no more the destiny,
The destiny is only love, faith and submission
The destiny is only achieved by losing
At all phases of life - as the winning game
Is full of distortions and unhappiness.
The story of modern verses clicks in the mind of society
To push it through the hollow modern age
And make it reach the destiny of truth and harmony.
poem by Somsubhro Ghosh
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My Own Story
My own story may be the same like somebody's story,
My own life may be the same like somebody's life,
My own pains may be the same like sombody's pains,
my own works may be similar to somebody's works,
But you can't wait for the weight tired at my waist like the huge waste in your land!
And like the sad end of Whitney Houston.
Cases, bases, stases, phases, chases, vases;
But the insight of my love is noted to you all from shore to shore,
However, my own story on this side of the lake may be like that of somebody's.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Then people started using it more and more and it became the most downloaded software on the internet.
quote by Niklas Zennstrom
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Now that digital lifestyle devices, tablets, wireless phones, and other Internet appliances are beginning to come of age, we need to worry about presenting our content to these devices so that it is optimized for their display capabilities.
quote by Mike Davidson
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Everything is being compressed into tiny tablets. You take a little pill of news every day - 23 minutes - and that's supposed to be enough.
quote by Walter Cronkite
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Story Of My Life
The story of my life
is very plain to read
it starts the day you came
and ends the day you leave
The story of my life
begins and ends with you
the names are still the same
and the story's still the truth
I was alone
you found my waiting
and made me your own
I was afraid
that somehow I never could be
the man that you wanted of me
You're the story of my life
and every word is true
each chapter sings your name
each page begins with you
It's the story of our times
and never letting go
and if I die today
I wanted you to know
Stay with my here
share with me care with me
stay and be near
and when it began
I'd lie awake every night
just knowing somewhere deep inside
that our affair just might write
The story of my life
it's so very plain to read
it starts the day you came
and ends the day you leave
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Thyroid
I've got a tin of fruit in my thyroid baby
A neurotic robotic
I've got a tin schizo in my thyroid honey
A despotic robotic
I've got an android in my thyroid baby
An exotic robotic
Whizzes round in my thyroid honey
A psychotic robotic
I've got a pepper corn callous thyroid
A honey of a fruit
I've got a kipper born in my thyroid sweet
A funny old suit
I've got a zipper torn in the thyroid baby
A runny bald lute
I've got a schizo zipper in my thyroid sugar
A despotic honey coat
I've got an android corn in my thyroid baby
A thyroid
poem by Jasmine Maddock
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A Memory-Picture
Laugh, my Friends, and without blame
Lightly quit what lightly came:
Rich to-morrow as to-day
Spend as madly as you may.
I, with little land to stir,
Am the exacter labourer.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
But my Youth reminds me—‘Thou
Hast liv’d light as these live now:
As these are, thou too wert such:
Much hast had, hast squander’d much.’
Fortune’s now less frequent heir,
Ah! I husband what’s grown rare.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
Young, I said: ‘A face is gone
If too hotly mus’d upon:
And our best impressions are
Those that do themselves repair.’
Many a face I then let by,
Ah! is faded utterly.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
Marguerite says: ‘As last year went,
So the coming year’ll be spent:
Some day next year, I shall be,
Entering heedless, kiss’d by thee.’
Ah! I hope—yet, once away,
What may chain us, who can say?
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
Paint that lilac kerchief, bound
Her soft face, her hair around:
Tied under the archest chin
Mockery ever ambush’d in.
Let the fluttering fringes streak
All her pale, sweet-rounded cheek.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
Paint that figure’s pliant grace
As she towards me lean’d her face,
Half refus’d and half resign’d,
Murmuring, ‘Art thou still unkind?’
Many a broken promise then
Was new made—to break again.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
Paint those eyes, so blue, so kind,
Eager tell-tales of her mind
Paint, with their impetuous stress
Of inquiring tenderness,
Those frank eyes, where deep doth lie
An angelic gravity.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
What, my Friends, these feeble lines
Show, you say, my love declines?
To paint ill as I have done,
Proves forgetfulness begun?
Time’s gay minions, pleas’d you see,
Time, your master, governs me.
Pleas’d, you mock the fruitless cry
‘Quick, thy tablets, Memory! ‘
Ah! too true. Time’s current strong
Leaves us true to nothing long.
Yet, if little stays with man,
Ah! retain we all we can
If the clear impression dies,
Ah! the dim remembrance prize
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
poem by Matthew Arnold (1849)
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Bookworm
There's a story that like a dessert I love
And I enjoy every page slowly as much as I can
There's story that makes me desperate
And even my day becomes gloomy after I read
There's story that safe to be read anytime
And I don't mind if it's going up or down
There's story that could burn me to the core
And left me with desire to create another story
There's story that easily predict
And I could finish it without much thinking
There's story that has a very good cliffhanger
And I need to rush to the publisher to make it comes fast
There's story that goes like my dream
And I want to repeat over and over until I'm getting bored
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Story Of My Life
Words and music by neil diamond
The story of my life is very plain to read
It starts the day you came
And ends the day you leave
The story of my life begins and ends with you
The names are still the same
And the storys still the truth
I was alone.
You found me waiting and made me your own
I was afraid
That somehow I never could be a man that you wanted of me
Youre the story of my life, and every word is true
Each chapter sings your name
Each page begins with you
Its the story of our times and never letting go
If I die today, I wannted yo to know
Stay with me here
Share with me, care with me
Stay and be near
And when it began Id lie awake every night
Just knowing somewhere deep inside
That our affair just might write
The story of my life is very plain to read
It starts the day you came
It ends the day you leave
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Future Shock (A Very Short, Sci-Fi Tale)
The android soldier
set down its weapon
and, facing its human commander,
resolutely refused to obey.
poem by Neil Crawford
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This Is The Story (Takes 1,2)
I play the song, it was our own
Your photograph's by my side
I know I can't forget you
So I don't even try
The note you left is in my hand
I read again what you say
You're sorry but you love him
And you've both gone away
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And it's the story
That is breaking my heart
An open fire, our favorite chair
I get a book from the shelf
But the words I am reading
Could apply to myself
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And it's the story
That is breaking my heart
Yes, it's the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, it's the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, it's the story that is breaking my heart
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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