Part 2 of a book in progress.

PART 2

We of the Myspace generation exist in an automated society of quantified friends and virtual personalities. Nothing is tangible. Your car, clothes, music, your party, your girlfriend, can all be measured in pixels. They are the images by which we create ourselves. We don’t write books, we don’t collect music. We write blogs, we download songs. We are the hours we devote to picking a song that best reflects our synthesized selves. We are the vastness of our extended network, we are the cultural composition of the pictures we have stolen from our mirrors because we are all we need to send friend requests. Fuck rejection. We don’t even remember asking you.

We are the cleverness of our .com/…

We are

Status: In a relationship

Hometown: Fuck you

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Smoke/drink: Yes/Yes

We are hurt by your Top 5.

A good day is an event invitation.

Has invited you to…

…Pajamas and Pancakes!

…Graduation!

…Fajitas and Margaritas!

….Haiku Death Match!

…Peace Festival ’07!

…Witness the union of Amanda and Bihzan!

Graphic design is everything. Nothing is tangible.

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About Me: Myspace has a dog and a cat and a girlfriend, and poetry and paintings that I post in bulletins that go to each of my 352 friends. Graffiti is obsolete.

Sometimes I stay up and scroll through the blue twilights of my friends list. Attitudes by Mygen, profiles generated by…What color is your URL? Hundreds of little boxes rise through your laptop like how windows might look if you jumped off a building. You hit the ground of your social life and look for more stories to add. Nothing is tangible. (View more.)

You are invited to parties, art openings in California, baby showers in Maryland, you are invited to shows in London, poetry readings at the café around the corner, circuses at a gallery downtown, dinner at a friend’s house, protests in Mexico. It doesn’t matter if you go. You smile at icons and watch videos from YouTube about the president’s malapropisms. We are all “Online Now”.

I check my(girlfriend’s)space and watch her digital flirt. Tube Top has 426 friends. Tube Top is asleep in our bed. Tube Top has 49 comments. Who are these pop collar profile picture pickup lines? My indigo solitude photosynthesizes. Becca turns over under the covers.

Status: In a relationship

Smoke/Drink: Yes/Yes

Nothing is tangible.

I’m nobody’s hero.

Ignore the Vonage banner and Pepsi pop ups, ignore the guaranteed* ring tones, the featured movies, ignore the singles ad and it’s underwear, ignore Victoria’s Secret and the new ways to save and the AT&T webcasts. Write a blog about something real. Current Mood: None, or Other.