so it’s been over 3 weeks since i deleted my personal profile on Facebook…it was quite a big thing for me, as i remember being quite an early adopter of the site and was pretty alone there before all my mates turned up and then the rest of the world. It’s proven to be invaluable in helping me promote the band
, and we have built a solid tribe thanks to it.
So i’m not dissing it really other than it seemed to be taking up all my fucking time!! and i stopped socialising in real life and was suddenly living this life of cryptic semi-witty bullshit statements that had no real feeling or meaning. Coupled with getting cheesed off with moaning bastards and people saying things they would NEVER say in real life i decided after many years to delete my history and profile…..
well it’s been great! The first week i was on holiday and didn’t miss it too much… i have had a lot of confused people posting on my fan page asking why they can’t get me, or message me, or i’m ignorant, or i’m selfish or piss-taking because i’m not on there anymore…. i think people are now realising i still exist and am contactable by phone and email! i sometimes feel a bit out of the loop with friends but there’s other ways to get in the picture. i’ve also been discovering other great tools on the internet and building my own web pages and reading more books. And i’ve started to see people face to face a lot more and it feels great to drag your hunchbacked, saggy grey carcass away from the laptop and go and connect with the people you care about…
Today i saw some great people and got involved in some great conversations…. in particular i paid a visit to the legendary artist and all round visionary Norris Nuvo who shared with me his poem about facebook. I love it… He has given me permission to post it on my blog!!! you lucky people…. so here it is.. feel free to share it about the web but please credit him / link him up…..
Facebook Made me gay
I was trying to cure my sad addiction
To all the lies and egoistical fiction
That filled up my days and hampered my life
So I turned off Facebook and talked to my wife
To my joy and amazement I found my contentment
Away from the sadfucks filled with resentment
Those habitual moaners , the self righteous ‘affronted’
Who sit at computers each night and get cunted
Now The Hippies are just so elitist and trite
With their trees and lentils and mother earth shite
Droning on and on about saving whatever
Chanting their chants and thinking they’re clever.
Shove political correctness right up your arse
It don’t fool no-one, it’s just a farce
Most people are cunts but pretend they are cool
When they look in the mirror they don’t see the fool
And those cunts who pretend to ‘care’ for the poor
And the starving and homeless and those killed by war
They profess to stand for the displaced, the loser
Yet spend less on helping than they spend in the boozer.
And those poor cancer victims rolled out for pity
And the ‘one liner’ status that some cunt finds witty
The bull-shit that’s ranted about ‘how unfair’
Do these cunts think I actually care?
And the ‘ganja cures all’ folk who live in their heads
Who moan about baccy, coffee and Feds.
Virtual weed warriors, moaning ‘it’s wrong’
‘Postpone Revolution, lets do a bong’.
They call it medicine a panacea for all folk
But we all really know they just like to toke
And munch upon munchies and talk ‘Mary Jane’
And ponder and shuffle and make plans in vain.
And the Insipid sad fuckers typing away
Believing folk read the things that they say
Hundreds of ‘friends’ your ego to lick
To stop you from knowing that you are a prick
Thousands of pictures of all kinds of crap
Showing pointless people caught in the trap
Of Facebook ‘importance’ for me me me
But you have to switch of to be finally free.
Now I know I’ll lose ‘friends’ who won’t like what I’ve said
But I am not listening coz I have fucked off to bed