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"Hearting" on Opuss: • People who you might barely know, but who happen to like writing aswell • "Wow, I love this poem this is so good.
I wonder why I go on face book at all some times , all it is ,is like a superficial covering of the true persona , kinda like church behavior when your a kid at Sunday school , we don't always wear...
we wrote it then, why repost it again. then people of that time read it and maybe understood the rhyme, is the repost a beg for likes. we must read the old, not "repost" that which has been cold.
Wikapedia -I know everything. Google-I have everything. Facebook-I know everyone. Twitter-I am so up to date. Opuss-I am the best at writing. Psykopaint-I am the best at painting.
I know my poems are nonsense, I can feel you roll your eyes, But I also want to put in print, What I feel inside.
Digital. feed. 24 hour. need. tragedy. bleeds. on the screen. relentlessly. seen. by millions. daily. death. and injury. metamorphosis. of imagery. into. reality. you want. you take. you desire.
When I first joined, after a prompt from the App Store in its first few days of existence, I instantly downloaded it.
The ranking system my theory is it's a hook, We were are the little fishes that downloaded the app we looked at this rank thingy on the right hand side and thought I can do better than that.
#opussweeklychallenge I've got a brand new iPhone And I downloaded lots of APPS Some of them to CHALLENGE me Some include talking CATS I thought I'd WRITE a COMMENT And maybe start a TREND I Like...
#projecthumanity It has been about 12 hours since I posted an Opuss called Project Humanity, a piece talking about a project that I am starting to try and resurrect a sense of humanity in this...
#rant This is no longer a place to actually communicate with your friends and family. To be frank, this place is its own little version of hell. A place to voice YOUR opinion. No, it's not...
Tvtid, en fremragende apps. Eneste problem, tv'et kører permanent. Jeg har investeret i hometrio ved TDC. Det betyder tv i lange baner, internet ad libitum og billig telefoni.
That little sound goes off, Anywhere, everywhere, You may be humiliated, Or not give a care.
The title of this opuss, has in my humble opinion, summed up what all social communities online have become a competition for. Facebook, twitter and to some degree, opuss too.
People lie all the time. Is lying an obligation or it's just a habit that most people think is bad but affectively solved almost all problems. Unfortunately that is the truth.
Slowly the truth is loading I'm weighted down with writing Words lying deep and even Strung out and dreaming of Night falling on Opuss Quite something to behold Don't it just look so ugly This...
It's been away for sometime, which I've noticed myself. I was struggling for something to write. Wanted something witty and clever that people would like.
My phone is with me all the time. Proud to have it, proud to call it mine. It's in my pocket if not in my hand. I even take to the beach, I don't care about the sand.
Is it just me Or is it you I seem to have Forgotten to Step into the real world Ignore the device It's a challenge I'll try to be nice.
Is it just me Or is it you I seem to have Forgotten to Step into the real world Ignore the device It's a challenge I'll try to be nice.
Abandoned Opuss accounts always upset me. Users forget or become bored and within days this beautiful app can become redundant to even the biggest fan of Opuss.
As you have probably noticed I haven't been writing on Opuss recently. That is partly due to the fact that I have discovered another great app.
I'm addicted Confilcted Every time I hear that sound Meow And pow Your sent chasing Racing Run for your Ipod/phone Theres a notification It's my addictation I have to pick it up Or else it won't shut...
Today, my fellow Opussians, we have lost friends. We have lost family. We have lost community. Today, we have been stabbed by sadness, taunted by tears, curdled with confusion. But we are Opussians.