Brainmail: Lonely Din of Mingling Kin
Warren Ellis speaks clever:
Someday, MySpace would be the very ironic image of stark existential loneliness within a sea of people if it wasn’t for the users whose profiles have been hacked to send out waves of spam.
Somewhere, a lonely boy’s eyes are welling up with joy, his heart filled near to bursting with the feeling of someone wanting to communicate with him. Yes, he says. I do need a bigger cock that plays ringtones and ejaculates restaurant vouchers. Just keep talking to me.