Unique

Some slam about instagram:

We are the unique ones! Everything unique and now! Everything just for you!

Clap your hands to my beat, and nobody dance, less you see the others, slight hip twitches and head bops. Like they feel it. No time for real moves, side steps. Got to focus on the image, the unique image, the endless stream of unique me's doing unique things, mini scale, virtual clones, exist me, for ever. Because ever is ever in the server, not a black box underground, unbreakable rock! Where I live in million fold parallactic symmetry.

Come to me, log in me, I've got my own pass, and I'll pass my own words, for I am Grace and gracefully showering my uniqueness all over you. It'll shock you, high voltage and blinding white, especially on rainy days. When its sunny out, turn me up bright, so you can see how I do me and the other I's refer to our identity, as immaculate emanation from the iteration of my time spent, innocent and intelligent.

Click on me. Where are you going? Stay with me. Be with me. Here. Hear me, my laugh inaudible, only with audio, put me on blast, high def stereo. Can you smell the citrus on my salad, the aroma of the orchard I'm in? I can. So I share me and mine with you. Bathe in my generosity. Indulge in me. It's okay. It's okay to wonder about what I've been thinking, or what I'm doing. I'll tell you.

Because without I your iNcomplete. And I'll keep you, iNquisitive, styled by my unique, derived from my iBranded singularity, our iCommunity. iSychronize, lock-step march to our total congruence on iLife, iDid, iThink, iHope and iWant.

i need you.