B is for WORD STRIP

Episode #1: The fallacy of facebook

Heart:

He likes it. He likes my status. He likes what I have to say. He must… like me. This is great. He likes me. For I am my status. I am my posts. I am my witty sayings and strong philosophical sputum. I am the religious and the reckless and he likes that. He grinds about it, but he… likes it. Likes what I wrote. Likes me.

Mind:

Stupid cow. He doesn’t EVEN KNOW. And how can he when you hide behind the big F. YOU… are a big F.

Heart:

But look at it. He gave me a thumbs up about my theories on existence.

Mind:

He should’ve given you the finger.

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