MySpace = MyMirror

I was just on myspace, going thru requests of "Buddies" making sure that before I clicked the co-signing APPRROVE bottom, the person I was "APPROVING" wasn't some Neo-Nazi , Pervert or Satanist. I was listening to the Song that plays in their player, having the brief-est of looks and if they sounded even OKay, I'd approve, and if they was some Kid from Kwazvimba talking Gangster from his Daddy's office PC, I'd generally just decline.

Then it Hit me... The way I was interacting with peoples "Passion" was the way they where probably interacting with mine. I didn't even listen to more than 30sec of the first random track before I switly moved on. I NEVER downloaded the "Free" downloads someone have obviously sacrificed dispite the cost of Time and/or Money in making the jam. I couldn't careless about their "BLOG" or thier self written "VH1"esk Biology... eg:
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Tafadzwa's first song was the cry he made out of his mothers womb (corny), born in Zimbabwe/Kenya/Uganda in year 19(wateva), his Love for music was evident from a blah blah blah. Now Based in UK/NewZeland/Candada, His Talent has blah blah blah, his coming up debut (at 30) called Rap or Die Bitccches. His inspirational wank wank wank, was blah blah after the SMASH HIT noone ever really heard called Chee Chacho. His posse called Militant Rap Niggaz are blah blah, movies, clothing line and is Africa's version of 50Cent etc etc etc...

I mean, we all know that they wrote that themselves so why the 3rd person Narrative. Why the corny American Accent that admitadly even plages ME. Why the frown, beat down shots and self aggrandizement. Annouce a Second ALBUM when we ain't heard your first. Anyway, a wise man once said, "Hell is living in eternity in a room full of mirrors". MySpce is hell coz, in many ways it a MIRROR.